Audrey’s cute nose tickled my pubic hairs and her puckered rose-red lips met my balls. XXX “Any time, honey” Ingrid smirked, and then found herself about to be gang-banged by several young admirers. Audrey sighed as I kissed her small pointy breast. I sighed and moved my hand to her head, brushing my fingers through her short hair until I managed to find a good grip. “How about you, Ingrid?”
She turned to look at me, and said: “Never.” Then her eyes locked with Audrey’s, and her tongue started closing in on the entrance. “Sorry.”
I winked at Ingrid Bergman, straight from Casablanca. Her hair was short and chestnut brown, the style she had made famous all around the world. She was expecting a kiss, which I gave her. She embraced me, shivering, and whispered: “Make love to me.”
“Yes, darling,” I answered and she laid back, spreading her legs.
