‘I was on a tour,’ Wes explained easily, ‘I just came out here for some fresh air. What did you think I was doing here?’ ‘What tour? I don�...�t know what you’re talking about. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.’ She looked braver now, standing up regally. ‘Well I’m not going anywhere, missy,’ Wes snapped at her. Judging by her outfit, he guessed she worked her or something, but he didn’t care. He had paid for his ticket, and he had a right to look at any goddamn garden he wanted. .. You can see the brunette swirling her tongue, sucking the tip of his cock, taking it in half way, followed by her swallowing him whole, she comes up an inch and back down, she will stop and move her head on his cock in a way you have never seen... Shes back to swirling at the tip of his cock, the man in sun glasses and a NY jets hat, who is that guy, grabs her by the back of the head and you see him face fucking her with such force, that it would make some wonder... where is she putting. He peeled it away in a few places, revealing deliciously pink, tender skin beneath. He loved how the white wax looked on her body. He couldn't help to think how it resembled his hot cum splattered across her body. He grinned while imagining this, as he let the wax fall onto her abdomen, right above her sensitive clit. She braced herself and mewed in fright as the first drops of wax fell onto her pussy. The sensation was amazing. It was a unique feeling that she'd never imagined before.. hot,. Mrs Jones long hair has been trimmed and then pulled back and put in a ponytail. I have requested the stylist do it like a horse's tail in a dressage event. It comes up at 45degrees from the back of her head and wrapped tightly for six inches then dangles down. The stylist looks at me and says that will be $130 plus tip."Mrs Jones give her the tip of your tongue" I have moved to restrain the young red haired stylist my arms around her shoulders I sit back with the startled woman on my lap. Mrs.