Allen wasn’t sure of the reason for the red color of Samira’s, but he had a funny feeling that it was deliberately chosen.Probably researched, too..., from what he could sense of his boss’s fiancee, Allen realized. Samira was one smart cookie, and far from the traditional hijabi that many Western folks expected from the Middle East. For one thing, no hijabi was likely to shack up with her beau before marriage, let alone swing with him and other partners or attend a bash lubricated by so much. She was senior archivist for the Julian Bashir memorial hospital, a job that mainly consisted of scanning paper files into the computer. It and her mouse like response to stimuli made it worse. Ceres was destined for this image:at age six she got glassesat age ten bracesat age 13 acne and her mother said make up was the causeand at 17 a prescription of glasses that eliminated contact lensesOne would imagine she was a virgin, but they'd be wrong. She'd had sex once before, the memories of that. It is just the two of us now. Cindy gracefully sways to the music, then pivots with her back to me as she slowly begins to bend at the waist. Her hands move to her ankles, stretching her leggings tightly across her firm ass. While continuing to sway slightly, she slowly brings both hands up the insides of her thighs before meeting to caress between her legs.Only inches from my face, the thin legging material leaves little to my imagination. There's no trace of underwear beneath, and I catch an. "I stretch almost painfully to wrap my leg around your waist and allow you deepest access as you cock glides into me. My clit gets tickled by your hair. The fire burns hotter. I've never been this hot."Drill me." I moan. "Drill me. Drill me. Drill me." I feel you so deeply, you must be drilling the wall too."Oh God." You groan against my lips. "I'm sorry. I'm there. So hot."I can feel you throbbing inside me. The hose bursts and liquid fire fills me. I push my tongue more deeply into your mouth.