I was a slave to her pussy. “It’s cheaper to shave.”
“It will be okay,” I reassured Sandy. Porn The air was filled with the sweet scent of lavender and jasmine, a soothing fragrance that I hoped would help to relax her. “Umm, that feels nice,” Sandy moaned. Betty shook her head. I melted, enjoying Betty’s delicious flavors as I kissed my Mistress. A dildo, perhaps? Confusion flooded through me; I wasn’t in my own bed. “Let’s make Sandy howl,” Betty grinned. I invited them over for dinner tomorrow.”
“Oh, sure,” he answered with a shrug. “No, you’re not,” the Black girl said firmly. I pictured Betty’s round, mocha breasts heaving as she thrust her artificial cock inside my cunt.




















