Brittney’s Messy Internal Creampie In Gonzo Style

Licking his cock, Wanda gathers his balls in one hand, the Captive writhing and shoving his cock in her face. She had stuck to the bullet pointed notes he had emailed her beforehand scrupulously, with only a few minor deviations, necessary to instil genuine fear and gratitude for mercy, the main one dunking his nuts and balls in a cup of char. Return promptly in 30 minutes with a cup of Earl Grey.”
“Yes ma’am. He was an unremarkable and hairy middle aged man running to fat with thinning blonde hair parted at the side. In the morning Wanda would breakfast with the Client, no doubt he would be urbane and charming, they usually always were, and after he had finished his buttered kippers and grapefruit Milton would drive the client to the train station in the silver Rolls Royce Phantom VI her father bequeathed to her. “Look at you. Eyes popping out of his head, the Captive gave an animalistic grunt. “Now where should I put this?” said Wanda, smearing wax on the Captive’s face. Wanda needed them to be as anonymous as possible so she could treat