Yes ok my cunt & what do I do, you fuck your big fat cock in my cunt, so what does it do to you, you make my cunt cum, now you are learning but I've n...ever talked like that, I told you yesterday you are my slag now(fuck buddy) so what are you, I'm your slag & what do you like? your cock in my cunt fucking me? I love it when a women talks like that to me, I kiss her again & tell her you are wet I put my hand to her mouth & say taste your pussy she licks my finger not sure if I like the taste of. She chose her favorite jeans and a deep purple satin cami. The colour set of her pale skin nicely and made her blue eyes bluer. She brushed her long red hair out letting it fall in waves over her shoulders. She touched up her makeup and glossed her lips. Melody looked critically at herself in the mirror and then laughed out loud. All this trouble for a lousy glass of wine. The door bell rang twenty minutes later. True to his word, he had showered and changed. If he looked good before in his. Midnight had fallen, along with all her schemes. Himmler would be livid when he found out, but von Schitt had much to do before breaking the news. Two problems of a more immediate nature faced her: she would be naked once she changed from a bat back into human form, and she desperately had to find a telephone to marshal her troops. If she could accomplish that feat Hex and Monika might get caught in the conspicuous stolen Mercedes he drove. The secluded hunting lodge, where the recent bloodshed. She slowly, carefully put her hand on my left breast, her touch feather-light. I nodded encouragingly and she started massaging it. She rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, plumping it up. She slowly ran her hand down my stomach, her fingers stopping at the waistband of the thong. I nodded again and closed my eyes. I felt her fingers creep under the thin material and brush against the top of my cunt lips. I moaned softly. She was driving me crazy. ‘Eat her pussy,’ Paul commanded..