Louise Jenson - Naughty British nanny Louise Jensen disciplines her client

That morning my mother stuck her head in Big Boobs and told me she would be out for the day and that I could visit Sarah if I wanted to. I grinned at the back of her disappearing head and hopped out of bed. I couldn’t wait to get over there and plan out a day of mischief with Sarah, we had been friends since the 2nd grade when I moved into her little rural neighbourhood. My little feet softly padded across the plush carpet as I crossed my room to my closet. I quickly pulled out a pair of daisy duke shorts and white tank top, pulling them on, I british eyed myself off in the mirror when I was done. My big green eyes were sparkling today and I was enjoying how the tops fabric clung to my budding c cups. orgasm My nipples were that sensitive I decided to go braless, I haven’t worn panties since I learned I had a choice and I loved these shorts but I even stockings I had to admit over the many years I had owned them they had gotten a little on the too short side, but they were so comfortable and I loved the way my tight little ass peaked out from under the hem. I shrugged at my reflection, I was only going next door there was no call for modesty. Satisfied I reached up to tug skirt my hair out of its sleep ponytail. My long blonde hair tumbled down my back and reached my hips. Quickly tugging a brush through it I padded to the kitchen and grabbed some fruit toast from the cooling rack, munching away on my toast happily I quickly glanced around the house making sure I had everything and headed out the door, pausing only to slip into my boots and lock up the house behind me. As I wandered along the road to next door I felt my shorts ride up and the rough denim start rubbing against my bald little slit. Then walked out of the run. Susan zoomed in a bit and I could see that orgasm Rogue's cock was little more than a blur. I shuddered. Silk struggled to stand since she was cuffed behind her back. So she entered only to find us still in deep sleep. However, my struggle was her struggle and it bothered her that there was nothing she british could do to fix it, to make it right, because it was inherent in the life we lived. We need to talk about my cock for a moment. Just as that thought crossed Big Boobs his mind he felt his tongue brush the crease of her womanhood. stockings In truth, just knowing he was close turned me on, and knowing I was what drove him there made it even better. Anything will feel at least skirt a little good from you.”