A dark haired woman is kneeling in front of her. Her face is so close to the redhead’s sex that I would have to say, her breath would be condensing ...n her, making her even wetter. Her hands are resting on the redhead’s hips and I can sense her urgency as she pulls her forwards.”Her words were pure lust. I loved every one of them. The picture she painted was beautiful.“I see that unrelenting sensual muscle in her head being extended. Ladies…You know the one.”The pianist let out a sigh as if. She told me, she liked it doggy style, she wiggled her butt, and squeezing the cock.Tiff was a flirty, statuesue woman, who's most dominant features were her eyes, hair, and always wore a good support bra for those yummy boobs. She liked to drink, a lot.One evening, the girls were out at the farm, tending the horses, when Tiff called the house. She sounded a big off, slurring her words. Also sounded pissed off.She wanted some company, her hubby & her had an argument about his work. She finally. The conflicting impulses ran through her mind as Mallory hugged her.Of all the things that you could say about Mallory, James knew that stupid was not one of them that you could say with any accuracy. She noted James' response, and released her pressure, taking a step back."Maggie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Her eyes were soft, apologetic. James was still in shock from the contact, her eyes roaming over Mallory's figure, noting her long red hair, and having those same thoughts about. Her body paint hadn’t been done over her bra. The color was seamless all the way over, and a second color had been used to make her nipples a dark, blood red. You would have thought the guys would start hooting at the sight, but you could hear a pin drop.Hardly a moment passed, however, before she efficiently lowered her panties, revealing the same attention to detail in the rest of her paint job. I had assumed her tail was attached to the underwear, but it remained after she kicked them to the.