Elizabeth looked like a disciplinarian from hell. The fun version of the underworld where exotic women in glossy fetish-wear tortured you in the most ...pleasurable ways for all eternity.Most of her body was covered in shiny PVC. It was a catsuit with military green tint that was strong enough to be visible, but weak enough to see through. Below the clingy, shiny material he could discern a black latex bra and panties. They matched the black latex gloves that clung from her wrists to her. She jus giggled and said good one kutta. once I was done, she jiggled the **** like a worm and yanked it one last time before letting go. she then poured a little water from a mug down my butt crack and used the top of her foot to rub and wash off from the **** to crack. and finally, before finishing up, she jus playfully poked my arsehole with her big toe a couple of times which made me bounce a little like a pony and she laughed. I giggled too in regard to the ticklish feeling. I pulled my. MeneFir usse poocha apne apna naam nahi bataya to usne dabi hui sharmati hui awaz main kahaa sanjana, maine usse poocha ki aapne mere sawaal ka jawaab nahi diya? wo kehne lagi konsa sawal, mene poocha ki aapko sirf mera dance hi acha laga to wo sharmane lagi mene fir poocha batayie na please, to kehne lagi ki nahi or bhi bahot kuch acha lagta hai mene poocha or kya accha lagta hai ?Wo boli: apka style, apki baatain, apki smile or ap… itna keh k wo wahaan se jane lagi mene uska haath pakad k. There was no resistance at all to my finger when I slowly slid it between the lips of her weeping pussy, but there was another gasp from her and she started pushing my head to follow the path my hand had taken.She didn't have to push too hard but I did kiss my way down. By the time I got to my destination she was wiggling so much I had trouble keeping my finger in her. I teased her by kissing the inside of first one thigh and then the other, running my tongue from one side to the other, just.