"Wow, its hot"?
It doesn’t matter what she’s saying.
Tits like hers were made for spraying.
She aimed well, that yummy blast.
Obviously she’s done this in the past.
"This one is for dressing like a slut." SLAP!
"Oh! But Sir, you chose my outfit tonight."
"Shut the fuck up, Slut." SLAP!
Using her cunt and fingering her other cunt.
With a cock like that, you can dress me up any way you want.
She knew that the Head of Sales was a bragger. She knew he would tell all the guys in upper management that he was fucking “the hot piece of ass that Darren hired”. She didn’t mind. She knew that once the rumour reached CEO Steven Silk, she’d be fucking the boss for 3 times the salary.
Sharon loved her new toy.
And the strap-on too.
Throughout the gala, men and women would come into the music hall to play with the ballerina. Various objects were introduced to the ballerina much to the guests amusement. Many of those attending the gala seemed to enjoy her squeals and bucking when ice from a spent whiskey glass was applied to her nipples.
The gala was a great success, and after all the guests had left, the Baron showed his appreciation by announcing that the waitstaff could have now their fun in the music hall.
The Baron smiled in his study as the melodic mix of the waitstaff’s laughter and the ballerina's shrieks echoed through his mansion. 'Twas indeed a most successful gala.
She served him melons and taco for his dinner.
He served her cock and cum for hers.
When John was short on cash, he’d send Lilly to the landlord as rent.