I needed a fat, ugly girl to work for me. Tamil sex “Master, Mistress,” she purred when we walked in. That made those lush tits jiggle so wickedly. Beigh’s skirt. “You naughty slut.”
“So naughty,” I moaned as I seized Donna’s hair and pulled her lips back into my pussy. “Don’t stop licking until your done apologizing.”
Her tongue dug back into my folds, exploring deeper, searching for more of the cum. I bet most women had fantasies like about that. Was she envious? “Uh-huh,” I gasped, pulling her face back down. “Let me know when they arrive.”
Carmanjello’s smile almost faltered. Please.”
Frank had lied to her, telling her the intelligence injection was actually reversing the bimbo process and she would revert back to her former self if we didn’t reverse it.
