Mission accomplished. She had inspired her young innocent. He smiled at her, blushing again, uncontrollably. Yvette was ready to pose for Jean the i...nspired artiste, who she had, we are to learn, carefully ***********ed upon inquiry as the most unassuming and innocent young artiste in LPA…also, if truth be told, her personally ***********ed vulnerable prey. Yvette was about to ply her craft…the youthful seductress in full erotic vigor provoking nature’s sensual instincts in the inviting. God, the way Susan loves it with her mouth - it's just too much! I just want to fall to my knees and take turns sharing with her!Gathering her courage, she decided to drop a major hint about what she really wanted. "Good point, Amy. I said it could be a dominatrix outfit, but in fact I don't swing that way. In my mind, this is the outfit of a sex slave. See the chains between my ankles?" She reached down and touched the chain, setting her big jugs swaying and dangling. "That's to remind me that. 'Some battles... ', she cried as she knocked the sword out of my hand for the umpteenth time. ' ... you can win by being defensive'She waited until I had retrieved my sword and took a few steps back, and then with little warning she came at me her sword, to her right and about to rain down on me. Instinctively, I moved back and then stepped in with a blocking strike to prevent her from hitting me, but she spun her arm round and I had to jump out of the way of her slashing weapon. She looked. She looked up at him as she sunk the top of his penis into her mouth. He moaned, clearly seeing her entire face as her hair was slicked back. He watched Amy’s mouth slide down his pole, taking almost the entire thing. She looked at him with her dark eyes, her mouth full of his cock. He smiled at her. His little sister. The head of his cock was touching her throat. She began to bob her head back and forth, sliding his manhood in and out of her by now expert mouth. She was so fucking horny, she.