Unconsciously, she picked up the martini pitcher, poured the
remainder into her empty glass, and drained it in one gulp. There was something wrong, something about it that made her
nervous and tense. Big cock I’m going to cummm!” Ward
groaned in response. The wet sucking noises of her desperate finger-fucking pervaded
the master bedroom, as her voluptuous body heaved and jerked in
time to the rhythmically moving fingers between her open thighs,
and the tight flooding walls of the passage pulled and sucked
hungrily at her buried fingers. lick it! She got out of bed and
started toward the dressing room to get a robe, when an odd
creaking sound made her freeze. Stretching out on the bed, she felt the nightgown clinging
stickily to her inner thighs, a lewd and obscene reminder of her
self debasement. so
warm … ooooohhh, wait … lick it! “Oooooohhhhhh … Donna returned to the living room for her own suitcase and
carried it back to her bedroom; the effort bringing into sharp
focus
