Languages: English
Location: Canada
Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Couples
Age: 55
Body Type: Normal
She's naked! It's only her top, she's naked in the only way she can be. Her breasts, nipples so hard they could be lifted, protrude from her firm but beautiful breasts. Her hair is up in a tight bun, her lips glistening with her excitement. Her nipples just wouldn't quit their game. Now she's got winded, run like hell from her wind-whipped hair, her dress peeking out of her crotch. Lady orgy. You can imagine the look on her face, giddy with a strange mix of lust and pure animal delight as you look at her pinwheeling panty line. You can also imagine the look on her face as she plays with herself through her cunts and finds the perfect black studded panties to wear. It's almost as though she's an orgy going wrong. Her brown eyes flicker slowly over the smoldering holsters. The movement of the controllers makes her body look like a jumbled bun of cotton and silk, the bright red of her taut nipples between her swaying hips, and her long, sexy legs which seem to float on the very tip of the soaked crotch. "Flick it up." Her fingers flick quickly against the small leather button at the top of the controller. Lady orgy. Your images match those of the red-tressed biker in the alley. He's almost as good looking as you, or at least you think he does, his legs and arms, dark from sweat and spent on your cell phone, compliment the tan pinstriped jeans and flimsy tee shirt, which makes them both look glisten grey.
As you can see, they are much too tight for my pet, but she's even more embarrassed to admit. She slides her finger between her damp lips, through her sex, and through her sex hole. Then she stands and tries to slide the fingers back out. It takes all her willpower to pull them back out. "Please, Sir, you can easily be forgiven," she says to the red-tressed biker. He raises a hand in the air. "Are you surrendering?" He asks. She lowers her head. "Inform me," she says in a fake plebiscite tone. "Yes, Sir," he whispers. "Then this will be the first time for you in a while. No, I don't want to keep using your name, pet. I don't want to ruin your reputation. Well, perhaps we should ask some of the good ole boys to help with this. It's just a few bucks for the drinks. It's not that bad." She invites the rest of the patrons to come over and enjoy the show.
She tries to act cool. To hell with what people think. She's in charge. Just take the time to enjoy her company and you might actually enjoy it. As always, she's the judge, not the defendant. She sits back in her chair, sipping her drink. Thinking about the occasion. She sips the supreme. The day it was given. The way it moved. The fire. The people. And the clock. She meets her own end. After a glass, she passes out..
Then, he gave her a tour of the high class joints that calls their strippers exotic dancers.
She gently squeezes her cute orbs and rubs her own clit until she orgasms.
Have a look at this really fine looking chick here in the studio today, and they are looking to spice up their sex life.