I've just taken Julia's gag out and right now ^arches her back^ she is busy ^bites her lip^
But I assssure youkb, all, when she is DONE, ^moans softly^ she will thank you out loud for each and every srike of the the crop.
oh godddd ^arches her back^ She is too fucking good at this.
And before I forget, Julia gave me an idea before she buried her face in my pussy. She thought it would be good if you did a nice slow, lingering stroke of your rock hard cocks, for each and every crop stroeke that she got off you all. So that's 100 nice slow strokes for anyone who posted a pic of a rose.
And before I forget, Julia gave me an idea before she buried her face in my pussy. She thought it would be good if you did a nice slow, lingering stroke of your rock hard cocks, for each and every crop stroeke that she got off you all. So that's 100 nice slow strokes for anyone who posted a pic of a rose.
Princess Penelope wrote:She thought it would be good if you did a nice slow, lingering stroke of your rock hard cocks, for each and every crop stroeke that she got off you all. So that's 100 nice slow strokes for anyone who posted a pic of a rose.
100 strokes... slow strokes... I was already dripping and so frustrated from the morning ladder as well as your 'presence' here. And now, 100 teasing strokes later. I'm so hard and desperate and I feel this is all just starting.
And before I forget, Julia gave me an idea before she buried her face in my pussy. She thought it would be good if you did a nice slow, lingering stroke of your rock hard cocks, for each and every crop stroeke that she got off you all. So that's 100 nice slow strokes for anyone who posted a pic of a rose.
The hardest thing about the ladder earlier and now these strokes is the fact that you know you have to tuck it in and continue your day as if nothing ever happened! This makes every stroke far more enjoyable than ever... specially those last ones..
I've just taken Julia's gag out and right now ^arches her back^ she is busy ^bites her lip^
But I assssure youkb, all, when she is DONE, ^moans softly^ she will thank you out loud for each and every srike of the the crop.
oh godddd ^arches her back^ She is too fucking good at this.
And before I forget, Julia gave me an idea before she buried her face in my pussy. She thought it would be good if you did a nice slow, lingering stroke of your rock hard cocks, for each and every crop stroeke that she got off you all. So that's 100 nice slow strokes for anyone who posted a pic of a rose.
100 Done this Image of Julia and you was more then enough, it was so damn frustrating, i am still throbbing and twitching , God i need to stop thinking what she does to you or you to her >.<
Don't know how much I can take...
The secret thoughts inside me wake...
I've lost what was within me...
Oh sweet insanity...
Our night would begin with me arriving at your door with a bountiful bouquet of dark blue orchids.
Soon after we would depart; not in a limo, but a chariot guided by a beautiful white horse and it's owner.
We would ride through the moonlit streets during which I would confess to you my disbelief that you had actually accepted me to be your valentine and the desire I had to serve you this lovely evening.
We would arrive at a gazebo over-viewing a vast lake. The moon was nearly all of the light we had to go by
besides a few lit candles resting upon a table in the center of the gazebo. Off to the side were both a waiter and a chef, ready to cook for you anything that you'd like. I'd cook for you myself but sadly I feel as though something might go wrong.
After eating we would walk down the stone path to the edge of the lake where a small rowboat would be awaiting us. We'd hop inside and I would begin to row towards the center of the lake, serenading you with my hopefully charming voice along the way. Once in the center I would begin to pamper you, rubbing your shoulders, feet, and back while singing softly in your ear.
As soon as you were satisfied I would row us back to shore, helping you out of the boat and up the stone path once more to the same chariot we had began our journey in.
I would take you home, handing you yet again more orchids as we arrived at your door. I would thank you for your time and bow graciously before departing, a smile on my face as I walk away.
