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Dr. Giordano stood tall. He was wearing black jeans, a lavender button-up shirt with his sleeves partly rolled up. One of his meaty hairy forearms was sticking out of one pocket and the other on the handle of his door gesturing Violet in. He wore a toothy genuine smile, his beard freshly trimmed. He was wearing Smartwool socks and stepped back gesturing her in. “Wow, Ms. Ivory,” his buttery voice spreading over her quite easily, “You look positively stunning!” Holy fuck! She owns clothes like this? “Thank you, Dr. Giordano. I hope I’m not putting you off.” Shit, I overdressed! “Please, call me Paolo. In my own home, titles have different meanings.” He gave her a wry smile. What does he mean babe by that? “Of course, Prof- Paolo… Mmmmm something smells delicious.” “Have you eaten, Ms. Evans?” I know Hardcore you smell scrumptious, Love Spell? “Please call me Violet,” getting familiar with him are we? “What is that?” “Nothing too over the top, just a tofu stir fry” Maybe I should’ve gone with chicken? “Tofu stir fry? That sounds delicious!” I was expecting steak, judging by his outward appearance, small tits but I guess he’s sensitive? “Are you vegetarian?” Paolo barked a laugh, “Heavens no, it’s just what I made tonight.” They made their way to the kitchen, “Is there anything I can do to help?” Violet asked. “No, you just get comfortable, and sit down. I’ll take care of everything tonight.” Violet went into the indicated dining room and started getting a sense that there was much more to the house than the outside appearance gave off. doggystyle The inside was very well maintained, but not overly decorated. There was a simple pleasure being in the house that had few decorations and most surfaces were more for practicality than aesthetics. She sat down at the table already set for two and sipped from the water glass already in place. There were wine glasses as well. The savory smells of garlic and rice wafted into the dining room, and Paolo came in with the serving tray and a bottle of white wine. “How old are you, M- Violet?” “Nineteen,” she responded politely. “Can you keep secrets?” Paolo indicated the wine with a canary in the mouth grin. Cuckold “I can if you can.” She said with a similar conspirative grin. “Good, let’s eat then!” They wined and dined for the next hour or so, talking about various topics in contemporary psychology laying heavily on the human sexuality content. “P-please! Amanda knew the telltale signs of my orgasm, and she shook her hands from my grasp. “Okay guys you know who is going where first.” Next, he put the knife into the cut that he had made at the ribs and then yanked it downwards, not holding back at all, cutting deep through layers of skin and then yellowish fat, Cuckold finally stopping as the knife met with resistance from her pubic bone. Picture a villa high in the mountains with fenced in swimming pool and huge glass windows. If I know Sara, she has a plan already in place for the three of us. Arching her back in a suggestive manner (basically sticking her butt out) reflects behavior which almost every female mammal exhibits during estrus. Evan watched as Claire tried to hold back from showing pleasure. Hermione cries out from the intrusion and continues to scream into Hardcore her panties with every quick thrust her Professor makes as she continues to force herself on the teen. "Come on, Baby," Linda quietly told me. "I'm definitely wet enough now. Then a third to which she responded with a gentle moan. His cock filled me to capacity, stretching me to the bottom. “Okay. babe So exciting. “I am going to have so much fun raping you, Bitch.” She squealed and begged through the pantie gag. That went on throughout the day. doggystyle Vanessa was just such a sight to behold, blushed and breathless, her small breasts rising and falling I loved the long braid of hair she wore. Before Mark tried to enter Kay I decided I wanted to small tits Rim her arsehole a little first and pushed my tongue at her tight little bud. Her brow furrowed and her delicate grip on my futa-cock tightened. “Thanks.” As Rhino made his way down to the grass at the base of the heap he found himself joined by a stocky man covered in a large beard; the man glanced over his shoulder in Madre's direction to be met with an affirming nod, and the two of them vanished into the darkness just as Ox had the night before. He sat with the guest but didn’t laugh, just watched without emotion. Her thin face showed all her thoughts. PB&J and scrambled eggs. Why else would you take me, the only cow in the mansion, out to dinner? I said oh FUCK! Jordan asked him, in a tone that implied he already knew the answer. I needed to be deflowered. The men took their time securing her in place. He laughed a little bit.