‘Celia, please’ – for a moment it felt so good I couldn’t even be firm – ‘could you follow the moves?’. So far, Celia had been complimenting me with her perfect moves. Desi porn She would then throw them into the audience, and we would probably find them between the chairs the next morning, a cum-stained mess. ‘Let me go!’ – I ordered. Suddenly I was jerked out of my trance. Duets were for the new girls, who needed an extra pair of tits onstage, to make up for their poor dancing. ‘Celia!’ – I snapped – ‘What are you doing?’. Again, no answer. She followed the routine again, crawling behind my chair on all fours. My audience. My lust quickly changed to fury. Read 11517 times |
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