- Well, gentlemen, I am happy that our agency has responded to your expectations and offered you something worthy of your delicate taste!

Christelle half-heartedly listened to the chatter of Jeff, a junior companion of a large real estate company, whom her father wanted to choose to search for the most luxurious penthouse - Christelle's wedding was to take place two weeks later, and the apartment was a gift from her father. Christie, the 20-year-old daughter of the incredibly lucky owner of a trading holding, was supposed, by her father's intention, to marry the son of his long-time partner. None of the participants in the transaction did not object - there were only pluses in it, and even Christie gladly thought that in two weeks they would finally tear her virginity, and it would be possible not to suffer from nightly rubbing of the clitoris and exercises with a shower - and although, why suffer, Now she would gladly go to her cozy bath - the only place where her father and aunts leave her alone, took a carefully hidden comb with such a comfortable, rounded thin handle, smear the handle with cream and put it into her ass - and at the same time sweat irala would clitoris - aaaaaaaah, what a pleasure:

Other fun, quite natural for a girl of her age, was unavailable to her - she could not have a boyfriend in any case, her father protected her only daughter from contact with a perverted world around her - a private school, then two years of improving French in Quebec, her deceased sister mothers — and there she was followed, like Kohinor’s diamond, and finally her father considered that she was already ready to fulfill her role in his business plans and urged her to fulfill her daughter’s duty and marry the one he chose.

By the age of 20, Christie had blossomed, no, rather ugly face, she went to her father, a red-haired Irishman with a nose-potato, but here's a figure ... Father often looked at her tasty huge buns, bursting with skirts of strict suits, slim waist and juicy tits of the fourth size , tempting waving under the English blouses. Nothing, he thought, not to drink water from the face, let Greg, her future hubby, fuck her with cancer — give birth to an heir, and then they will figure out who is sleeping with whom. He would, Dad, could not resist looking at his daughter, standing on four points, huge milking with large nipples hanging out, thick, plucked ass sticking up, glittering with a tight hole, on a young pink cunt a bunch of redheads, like on her head, hair is a sight , from which the dead dick will jump, and nothing to look at the face.

Christie was so worried about anal pleasures that she completely forgot where she was, and only the sound of a drop-down door brought her back to reality. In the room where all the participants in the transaction sat, scattering in apologies, entered the head of the real estate agency - 40-year-old playboy Jay Connors. He could not ignore such a big deal and such respected customers. Jay quickly welcomed the participants of the transaction and asked Jeff to continue, crouching at the negotiating table. He knew that the apartment was being bought for Christelle, the future Mrs. Greg Edwards, and would be her father’s wedding gift, but he saw Christelle herself for the first time.

At first glance, nothing remarkable, rather gnarled round face, too big nose, too red hair. But then she got up, reaching for the pen, and Jay widened all the details of her fucking figure with wide eyes — oh my God, you can't see such luxury even in an expensive porno magazine, and no silicone, all this is her — he must get to know this baby: Jay did not even think that it was almost impossible - he always sought what he wanted.

At first glance, Christie felt like she was aching in her lower abdomen - what a handsome man, not that her awkward future husband: Such handsome men with thick, gleaming wet long cock, she saw on cable television in Quebec with her aunt - the pay porn channel was her only secret and source from where she got information about sex and satisfaction of her virgin cunt.

To her great regret, the transaction was almost completed, and his father was already saying goodbye to the owners of the agency. When the turn came to Christelle, Jay shook her hand and quite imperceptibly for others stroked her palm with his thumb. Christie broke out, but immediately pulled herself together and politely said goodbye to businessmen.

Only after returning home, she immediately went to the bath, adjusted the pressure in the shower, put her favorite toy in the ass and began frantically treating the clitoris exhausted with desire with a jet of water:

The next day, her father, going to her room, told her that she, an inattentive crow, of course, noticed yesterday and missed her signature in several places on the contract - an hour later the driver would take her to the agency, Mr. Connors was so kind that interrupted all transactions and agreed to allocate half an hour to check the contract again.

- Are you coming with me, dad? - barely breathing, in secret hope asked Christelle.

“I think you can do it yourself, Greg and I go to see the building for a new shopping center, after all, it's your carelessness,” his father growled, squinting at his daughter's boobs, just falling out of the cut-out of his home and leaving the room.

Christelle did not know where to go from the excitement that engulfed her. She rushed into the bath, took a shower, perfumed her hair on her pussy, pulled out white lace thongs, the same airy bra that hid nothing but hidden her huge nipples the size of ripe cherries, pulled out of the closet, but rather opened her huge nipples the size of ripe cherry , put on a strict dark blouse, knee-length skirt and long-nosed heels. Well, just a wedding cake, she thought, looking in the mirror at her magnificent figure. The driver was already waiting for her in the limousine, and after 20 minutes she was already entering the familiar lobby of the agency.

The secretary told her that Mr. Connors was waiting for her in the library - that was the name of the meeting room. Christelle, on bending legs, entered the room, uncertainly stepping on a thick carpet. Jay cordially rose to meet her from a deep leather chair. Documents, contracts, really lay on the table, and Jay, having greeted Christelle, began to say something, but suddenly he stopped, looking at the dilated pupils and parched lips of the interlocutor.

- Damn, baby, yes I look, you want the same thing, what am I, right? - He muttered, quickly closing the library door on the key from the inside, and returning to the state of Christie in the state of faintness from desire.

Jay confidently undid numerous buttons of his blouse and finally saw close up what he had been craving since yesterday - unprecedented tits, smooth, white, soft, huge and juicy - he strongly pressed his nipples, which immediately filled with blood and increased in size . The skirt was followed by a skirt, Jay, breathing heavily, stroked her full pink thighs, drawing attention to a huge spot on lace panties - the baby had already flowed, and how she wanted to fuck him, now she will get it - he ripped off her panties and a bra, leaving only stockings and studs - it's just a dream of some sort, in life, he, Jay, did not see such a body - a gorgeous ass, and what a contrast between the waist and gorgeous boobs. Horseradish Jay was already torn free from his strict trousers, and in a second he threw off his clothes.

Christelle, unable to withstand the wave of lust that swept over her, knelt on the carpet.Jay's long hose loomed right in front of her round eyes — not as thick as she had seen in porn movies, but very long, 23 centimeters sticking out, with a transparent drop on the end, smelling deliciously — she did not have time to see how Jay gently took her behind ears and began to poke a member in her mouth.

- Lick it, baby, lick it well before I pound him ...