No matter how much I drink, it doesn’t seem to go away.”
“Mmmm, I like thirsty boys” she spoke directly into his ear. As she waited for Francis to decide on a course of action, Jessica pulled a compact mirror from her handbag and opened it to have look at herself. The pair were freshly showered after a long morning romp that had satisfied both their thirsts. I’m not going to force feed her anything. He saw what appeared to be a pair of elbow length arm gloves, thigh high stockings and panties, all made of shiny, pink latex. He tore his eyes from her only to obey her commands; hurrying to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. “Good” Jessica said as she reached for her bag and rummaged through it. It was so liberating to wear clothes and makeup of her own choice again. His lips smacked delightfully around her shaft as Vicky gripped his head tightly and began fucking his face in steady rhythm.
