As I hear her car slowly pull out of the parking lot, I begin cleaning up what’s left of her mess. When she performs at my office, I get to clean he...r juices off the floor with my tongue. At her place, she throws me out as soon as the show’s over. Here, I get to taste her delicious cum juices off the floor, savoring every drop.When the floor is licked clean, I mop and sweep. I move the furniture and fix the cushions and pillows back the way they were and spray air freshener to reduce her sweet. She rarely bothered wearing her armor while in camp, but today she decided to make an exception. The prisoners were likely terrified already—the fearsome reputation of the drow had spread far and wide across the surface—but she wanted to ensure they knew precisely who was in charge here.With practiced ease, she slipped out of her priestly vestments and strapped on her adamantine breastplate and matching chain skirt. Like all drow-forged metal, the armor was both supple and resilient ... though. There were three great big windows, two of which were currently covered with thick maroon drapes, blocking out the view of the Manhattan snowfall. The floor was a mixture of mahogany hardwood and soft beige carpeting, and the walls painted a rich chestnut brown. Your apartment is beautiful, she murmured. She felt his hands on her shoulders, removing her bottle-green peacoat. Anyone could tell youre an artist. Thank you. And yes, I do have a knack for decorating, you could say. He hung her coat. .is different. Stop it!”He kept fingering her, making sure he hit her G spot with every stroke and started rubbing her clit. Michael was a little disappointed as he felt her hand leave his cock but he kept going. “Cum for me Josephine. Cum over my hand, come on sweetheart.”“M-Michael.....”“Let it happen!” He shouted back at her, going deeper, fingering her harder.Josephine brought her leg up and Michael wrapped her slender leg around his waiting, pushing his weight against hers, holding her to.