Caesar and his servant

Anya paced back and forth across the mahogany kitchen flooring. Her best friend in the whole wide world, Lynn Summers, sat at the kitchen table with a concerned frown. "You had me drive all the way out here for this??" Anya froze in her tracks. "You think I'm overreacting." Lynn shrugged her shoulders. "Yes and no. I mean, small fuck tits it's not like I haven't warned shower you that Kol is a celebrity with a Brunette huge libido. How do you know that his mysterious 'night errand' isn't a piece of ass he's keeping on the side?" The beautiful brunette's mouth fell wide open. "I can't believe you just said that." Lynn gave her another 'Don't blame me' shrug of the shoulders. One of the things about Lynn claiming the title of Best Friend from Childhood meant that she could be completely honest with Anya and get away with it. Even Fucking when that honesty was brutal. “He knows about this?” the Midget asked. But... but... “Damn.” “Stand there in the candle light and disrobe.” The command in his voice had its own warning. I head to my English homeroom class, sit at my desk and look at my phone and start listening to the teacher drone on and on about whatever nonsense we’re small tits supposed to be learning about. “Don’t worry. “You are just so sexy that I might start going too fast.” As soon as I turned around he pulled my sari edge and started to unbutton my blouse immediately. He took longer than others. We’re coming. His hips bucked like a machine as my head bobbed fuck helplessly on his prick. Fucking Better than all those kinky stories I'd read on the internet about mind control. Sebastian and I went for a swim and he fucked me in the water. I arranged Lindsey under me and took my cock in my hand. They took a shower in his Italian style bath. Everyone will stare at me.” This fuck was going to be fast and furious. I meant "early morning", obviously. He tied a rope around her waist pulling the long lose end between her legs dissecting her her ass cheeks and pussy lips. That, uh, that’s good,” Stephanie finally gave in. “That feels good, you can… you can stop now!” And the stamina he has, Whoooooo Girl. "Would you like an autograph?" she asked, still having a little fun Brunette with the woman. Her breasts swayed before her, her hips rolling. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private?” If I worded things better we would have been fine. I cut the burnt and bloody sleeves off my robe and wore that instead, much to Brock’s disappointment. “What! She squealed out, digging her nails into his arm as he continued to pump into her. He explains that he has 6 bouquets that have names on them and another 4 that shower are nameless. It took a bit longer but finally he was under.