The Russian Spy

“You, my dearest mother, are full of shit.” Justina grinned, “There is no way you can taste a recessive trait of Arbitrus Gen’s ancestor.” “As a sommelier, it is poor manners to discredit your peer’s blowjob proclamations!” I said indignantly, “The proper form is to agree with me even if you know I’m full of shit, after which, you make an even more outrageous claim. You’ll never do well in high society if you can’t follow good etiquette.” “When were you ever in high society?” Justina laughed. “I’ll have you know I was the escort for the Steward of Grundinar during a masked ball.” I smiled. “…which you promptly turned innocent into a classy orgy.” Justina snickered. “Believe Hardcore me, daughter,” I chuckled as I took another taste of Julia, “there skinny was nothing ‘classy’ about what I made those people do to each other.” The crowd had cleared once the noon sun had risen high in the sky, leaving only sparse pockets of people in the stands. The Breytans circled the perimeter of the arena, keeping those who wanted to come down after the show from doing so. They did let Lucilla and Diamond (Angela) pass through though. “You turned my girlfriend into a glazed doughnut.” Lucilla frowned as she ascended the steps. I glanced at the woman Justina and I had been using as a cum dispenser, and confessed that Lucilla’s deion was a good one. Julia Gendian was covered from head to toe, leaking white from every orifice, and gaping between her legs. Her face was a portrait of mindless bliss, a goofy smile stretched across her red lips, her eyes unfocused and distant. I grabbed her still-hard cock, loosened the ring around it, and poured myself domination another glass as Julia’s thighs quivered in stupid reaction. God, she was backed up. I had to hold her pelvis down to keep her from bucking in the throes of orgasm, and spraying her delicious ejaculate all over the boards. “Are you a connoisseur of the finer things in life?” I asked Lucilla, offering her my glass. She gave me a level look, and I smirked, and took a sip. More for me. “What the hell is wrong with her?” Angela asked, squatting next to Julia’s face. The action caused Angela’s skirt to ride up her thighs, and her cock to fall from it. Julia’s unfocused eyes suddenly clarified, and zeroed-in on her daughter’s tool. She weakly shifted on the boards, rolled over, and crawled to the prize that had been accidentally presented to her. "I understand Master." blowjob She was wearing Alice’s dress! As I started to walk on, the door opened. Jim shoved his dick right Hardcore back into my pussy, and began humping away again. She tripled the speed of her fucking, moaned once more, and then slid off my cock and back down to the leather seat of the car. Her complexion was so pale and her natural beauty was so subtle, that a bit of make-up and colour completely transformed her face. "The security over there is serious, and there's no way I skinny could sneak you in or sneak the idol out. domination By the end of supper, she was sitting up and taking notes. "That's a shower." “don't call me a bitch I’ve had enough of your shit your useless around here, we just run free and you don't care” Jane was a stickler for the rules, innocent a real swat, don't think she ever broke a rule in her life.