If Alexandra had looked good in her tight-fitting power squirthunter suit earlier, now she looked absolutely hunter scrumptious in an emerald green gown clung to every one of her here many curves. A squirt slit almost to her crotch displayed acres of soft tanned flesh. Her hair, piled high on her head seemed blond now rather than silver. Her matching heels made her almost as tall squirt as I thompson and squirt brought the roundness of her breasts within easy reach. She smiled here as she watched me gape. "Welcome, again squirt, Captain Knight."
Dinner was thompson smoked fish squirt and white wine squirthunter which I only picked at squirthunter while squirt we made squirt small talk. At last Alexandra squirt laughed at me. "Don't hunter worry, David. I didn't put anything in your food to make you fuck me. I have no reason to drug you; that would squirthunter take hunter all the fun out of tonight. My game is plain old-fashioned, femme fatale, man-helplessly-succumbs squirt-to-sexy-woman seduction."
"Not yet." I told her defiantly, trying to hide my excitement.
"No squirt?" she smirked. "Are you really NOT thinking about hunter holding me in your arms, darling squirt, cupping these knockers in your thompson hands, fondling and kissing them until they are hard squirthunter with arousal? I think you are, fighting the urge squirt put your hands on my breasts to squirt tweak thompson my nipples, to suck them until they stand squirt up and beg for more. But you don't squirt control your desires squirt, David; I do squirt."
Her silk-clad crotch was inches from my squirt eyes. I fought the urge, but the rank warm smell of her womanhood enveloped me like an erotic squirt fog. Her voice was soft and far away squirthunter. "It's my pussy, darling hunter thompson. Go ahead, she's going to be your squirthunter new mistress. Worship her," she ordered. "Don't squirt just look and sniff. Pull squirt down my panties, honey; you know what to do."
How long she had me continue -- minutes or squirt hours -- I don't know. Loosing myself in her cunt was heaven! But eventually came the expulsion from paradise. "I think you've had enough pussy loving, darling. Now I have something even better for you," I heard her say at squirt last. She stood me up and, smiling, nudged me, tottering squirt, toward the squirt bed squirt. "That took the Mickey out of you, didn here't it squirt Captain here? Nothing like eating pussy to get squirthunter a man in the mood getting laid. Now you won hunter't give me any trouble. You squirt are ready to be bedded and fucked squirt. You're nice and high on quim, aren thompson't you?"
"I lied when squirt I said I wouldn't drug you, honey" she teased squirt. "I dosed hunter thompson you with the aphrodisiac no squirt man squirt can resist; you thompson're doped up for sex with my pussy juice here. You'll have to let me take you to squirt bed and screw you, won't you?"
She hunter gave my cock an admiring kiss before climbing on. "This is reason for our dinner date tonight, darling hunter thompson, to get you prick in me. Now hunter thompson let's bring this evening squirt to a squirt beautiful finale. You squirt deserve hunter a prize squirt for eating me so here good squirt," she said and climbed on. In seconds she squirt was riding me to hunter a mind-melting squirt orgasm.
If Alexandra had looked good in her tight-fitting power squirthunter suit earlier, now she looked absolutely hunter scrumptious in an emerald green gown clung to every one of her here many curves. A squirt slit almost to her crotch displayed acres of soft tanned flesh. Her hair, piled high on her head seemed blond now rather than silver. Her matching heels made her almost as tall squirt as I thompson and squirt brought the roundness of her breasts within easy reach. She smiled here as she watched me gape. "Welcome, again squirt, Captain Knight."
Dinner was thompson smoked fish squirt and white wine squirthunter which I only picked at squirthunter while squirt we made squirt small talk. At last Alexandra squirt laughed at me. "Don't hunter worry, David. I didn't put anything in your food to make you fuck me. I have no reason to drug you; that would squirthunter take hunter all the fun out of tonight. My game is plain old-fashioned, femme fatale, man-helplessly-succumbs squirt-to-sexy-woman seduction."
"Not yet." I told her defiantly, trying to hide my excitement.
How long she had me continue -- minutes or squirt hours -- I don't know. Loosing myself in her cunt was heaven! But eventually came the expulsion from paradise. "I think you've had enough pussy loving, darling. Now I have something even better for you," I heard her say at squirt last. She stood me up and, smiling, nudged me, tottering squirt, toward the squirt bed squirt. "That took the Mickey out of you, didn here't it squirt Captain here? Nothing like eating pussy to get squirthunter a man in the mood getting laid. Now you won hunter't give me any trouble. You squirt are ready to be bedded and fucked squirt. You're nice and high on quim, aren thompson't you?"
She hunter gave my cock an admiring kiss before climbing on. "This is reason for our dinner date tonight, darling hunter thompson, to get you prick in me. Now hunter thompson let's bring this evening squirt to a squirt beautiful finale. You squirt deserve hunter a prize squirt for eating me so here good squirt," she said and climbed on. In seconds she squirt was riding me to hunter a mind-melting squirt orgasm.