1:45  -  3:45

                  It's one forty-five in the morning. You hung out with your girlfriends, half drunk and tow back. As I lay in the dark watching from the sofa, sexy you begin to strip in the living room. You unzip that sexy dress and let it fall to the floor. Unhooking your bra, you let your pretty girls out the gate. With a moan you pinch diamond hard nipples. Rolling them between your fingers. I watch in WOW, this whole scene is turning me on. Still tugging a pretty nipple, you glide a hand down your tummy to a wet honeypot. As you sit back and spread beautiful thighs, your smooth shaven temple glistened with sweet honey. You work your clit in slow circles. Groaning and rotating hips, whispering my name in the darkness. you pull your buzzer out of your purse and turn it on. You circle around hot nipples slow and gentle. Down your tummy pressing down on your clit switching from side to side. After cumming a few times, I make my move. In the heat of your passion, I crawl in between your legs while you got a finger inside. You exit your finger and in with a lick is my tongue. Sexy you jump from excitement and a touch that wasn't yuors. French kissing your sweetness goes althrough you as I take your passion higher than ever. And as we get up and head to the bedroom to finish up, the time was three forty-five.





                                 Sir Lancelott