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Drinking Cum Tea

By now, Mila Brooks was long dressed and taking it easy in the lofty, plush chair. She looked mind-blowing and lovely. With no bra put on to grasp her breasts in their safe place, her extensive and vast light brown hair issued down between her shoulders so as to mask a considerable lump of her boobies. Small and slack-fitting her breasts might have been, they were perfectly made and risen up. In addition to this, her bare, giant, nice-looking ass beneath was fairly at ease and persuasive what's more. As a bit soaring than her and sombre looking Brandon stood and lingered before her, he could not help it but moment after moment droop his head down to sneak a quick glance at an uncovered and silenced her. "You enjoy being undressed with me, my love, don't you?" He put forth in a delightfully caring voice. What was it in particular that had tiptoed its way into him this contemporary night? He was all the time vulgar and insulting, particularly to Mila herself. She blew out while stealing a spur-of-the-moment glance back at him, trembling slightly and wishing deep down that he wouldn't estrange afterwards as soon as this moment was vanished and done away with. "I like to do whatever thrills you, my love," Mila countered delicately and submissively. Brandon smirked direct at her hastily. He was beyond doubt satisfied; he was in fact cheery and like-minded with her choice. Yes. Such were the responsibilites and functions of women. To satisfy men and their every yearning and ...

... philosophy. Clothed in nothing but his loose-fitting underwear that held close and delicately his buttocks behind, Brandon went down on his knees before her and gazed straight into her eyes. "What would you like to have for a speedy stimulant before we get started with the fuck-making business for the night, my enchanting sweet pie?" She did not take an instant to contemplate the response to that. It was already out of her mouth by the time that Brandon was ended with speaking. "A cup of tea, my love. I want it served hot with loads of sugar but strictly no tea bags or milk tipped inside it." Chase Hughes was not by himself tonight. Settled with him in his living room was a blond-haired bitch that he had picked up in his car from the remote but shadowy streets earlier this night. She was good-looking and chubby-built with immense breasts and a whooping abnormal-shaped, but, even with this, an enticing ass. "What is your lovely name? We have not talked much on our way here, or have we, sexy?" Chase requested, looking over the plump woman skeptically as if to question everything harmless that she seemed to be. Yes. He had been conned and lied to by prostitutes like her before. One other woman whom he still couldn't visibly remember had snatched out a shotgun at him before going on to grab his finest wordly possessions and running away against the clock. She looked blameless and not dangerous at first sight. Well, that occurrence had taught him a good moral which he wouldn't ever fail ...