I was already sitting an elastic, covered in a legged fabric, with a back on the floor when she handed my leg in my nylon stockings of a dark-beige color. Brought directly to the grenade-scarlet lips and touched their toes. I felt a seam on the fabric, opened my mouth, meeting the ending of the bend of her elegant foot.
Only occasionally I covered my eyes, then looking in front of me with an invisible look, then turning my gaze to the face of the Virgin on the elevation. There were no emotions in the line, it was removed and is not at all interested in what was happening – like a whore paid by me. I could not and did not even try to restrain an erotic high from what was happening, licking her fingers of her legs through chocolate tissue.
At the moment when my moose was dark in the crotch area in the crotch area, and saliva dripped from her lips, Freya already boldly fucked my mouth with her foot. I lustfully and approvingly mumbled in response so that after a couple of minutes I was stunned when her second leg, with ascetic nails covered with black varnish, would cover my clitoris and bosom hidden with clothes. Published a long, drowned groan and began to bend, looking imploringly into her icy eyes.
This pleasure is an aesthetic perversion – directly far from the physical, but forced me to flow abundantly. I bloomed and smelled, bending towards her one leg in her mouth, and between the hips – the other, wriggling and shaking in pleasure. Each string, every nerve in my head pulled more tightly with each movement of her legs.
With a bang, they were torn a moment later, filling everything inside with a dense, viscous fog of orgasm. Lead rainfall fell in consciousness, I was shaking, I no longer remembered how I licked her legs at the end.
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