“Hey, she asked, do you want to come over and meet me?” “Uh, Tim stammered, do you even live near me?” “Oh yes, she replied, you know me pre...ty well! In fact, I even live one street over from you.” ‘Tim tried to think of all the women he knew who lived close to him in his neighborhood. A mother of 3? Gosh, it couldn’t be Mrs. LeBleu, could it? She was the french woman who lived one street over. Oh hell, he thought, she matched the description. She had 3 daughters, and just the body she had. I am anxious to finally meet you." A rich, cultured baritone with a faint accent; Portugese, or maybe Spanish. Latin American, certainly. But it had been close to a decade since he'd been stationed in South America...He stepped in cautiously, eyes roving, gun at the ready. After a rapid survey of the room, he moved to a secure point with a view of all entrances and adopted a classic two-handed Weaver stance, targeting the intruder's chest. "All right, you have sixty seconds to explain why you. He said he loved my soft skin and started biting my ass. I was feeling his cock near my throat. I was amazed at its size. I took it in my mouth and started sucking it just like I had imagined and seen in porn. We were in 69 he was sucking my cock ass liking my ass and biting me. He then said he could not do much as there is less space. He said hell fuck my mouth and started fucking my mouth. He asked me whether I’m his bitch I said I am. He started fucking me wildly and deeply in my throat.. Instead, he walks up to her, close, and brings his fingers up her inner thigh. Hearing Emma gasp and then sigh deeply at his intimate touch, he moves to her wet, soaking, slit. Yes, she is so primed. She trembles at his wonderful touch, staggering as she stands, so much so that Donald realizes and places his hand on her lower back at the bottom of her spine, just above her ass cheeks, to steady her. She leans back into his steadying hand and moans deeply as he strokes her. As her back.