Down to the top of her leather skirt. All Vickie could say was, “fuck!”
This was the time for me to get some things ready.. The basement was all cleaned and readied, with dim lights and scented candles. While sitting there one night, enjoying a cup of the house blend, my favorite choice of swill at the moon. So tempted I was to just ram my cock deep inside. As I spit my coffee onto the sport section. Just letting the other know it was ok to look and flirt. I must have been sitting there with my mouth open engrossed in her tale. She was a natural red head for sure. Stepping between her legs with the hot baby oil in hand, Vickie quickly adapted to being blind folded, she felt my presence and lifted her hips.
