Her flesh so squishy and womanly, skin damp with sweat, salty. I cant help myself and try a taste of her sweet cunt first. Lights dancing around the dimly lit room like slow party lights, from the flickering fire and from their bodies covered in lights. I quickly get on my knees, keeping my fingers in, and aim my cock. One pump, two, and then out before she makes a mess. Soft Christmas music fills the room, accompanied by crackling flames and the pattering hum of vibrator against flesh. Her arms stretched straight above her head on the floor in front of her. Giving her a short break to catch her breath. Then I pat her sweaty belly and pull out. Their bodies glowing sensually with white tree lights. Using ropes and leather straps I bought from the store earlier, I start binding them up. Unlike her daughter, who despite everything seems to at least get pleasure out of anal stuff, Grace hates every second of this.
