agreed to take me to the boat! Yes, moreover, he kindly agreed to send a telegram to my fiance. However, at the moment I was occupied with completely different thoughts. Oh, how I want to fuck this arrogant Mr. Thornton. I, mincing, heels, for Mr. Thornton. He was adorable in a light suit, emphasizing his slim, broad-shouldered figure.

Meanwhile, under the gaze of several onlookers, we descended a steep narrow ladder to a huge snow-white boat. Somewhere upstairs, a sailor’s head was protruding from behind the windshield, to which Mr. Thornton shouted: “Farther!”. After that, he walked through the mirror door, not caring at all about whether I follow him or not.

I grunted and, with a shrug, walked into the spacious cabin. Glasses, mirrored on the outside, on the inside turned out to be only darkened and revealed a magnificent view of the sea. Mr. Thornton, meanwhile, took off his jacket, lounged on the sofa in a relaxed posture, and gave me an almost indifferent look.

“Come, Lulu,” he beckoned to me.

I obediently approached Mr. Thornton, and he carelessly ordered me to turn around.

“Bend down,” came the voice of my client.

It was clear what he was trying to achieve - if you bend down well, then from under my short skirt a seductive view will open. Like a well-trained whore, I had to do it with chic. And I stooped, otklyachiv ass and arched in the back. At the same time, I looked at my beau with a slight, teasing smile. Alas, all my antics almost disappeared in vain. Mr. Thornton’s look was only a little more interested.

However, I immediately forgot about it, because I felt a man's hand touching my moist petals. Mr. Thornton, without even thinking about any frills, immediately entered into my business with a finger. Oh, I almost came from this gruff action. Groaning, I began to gradually twist my buttocks, diligently showing my master how good it was to his touch. In truth, I was already flowing, like a real bitch, and could only gratefully squeeze the fingers fucking me with the muscles of the vagina.

Finally, Mr. Thornton left my vagina, and for an instant I was visited by an incomparable feeling of an abandoned woman. Mr. Thornton bored, patting his knee. Without delay, I turned around and sat on his thigh, like a horse rider. The heat of the male body was felt by my swollen petals even through the silk fabric of the trousers. Groaning, I rubbed my crotch against a man's leg, feeling the fabric getting wet under me and gloating about it. However, the waves of pleasure piercing between my legs made me quickly forget everything. Without ceasing to crawl the vagina on Mr. Thornton’s leg, I firmly squeezed my hips and, instigated by his indulgent half-smile, began hastily to unbutton my white shirt. I barely had a muscular tanned chest, as I dug my lips into a small nipple, stupid because I heard a deep, passionate sigh. Perhaps it was Mr. Thornton for sure, since I myself had not sighed for a long time, but groaned out loud.

And I finished for the first time, groaning and caressing the male chest with the tongue and lips. A puddle immediately formed between my legs, which squelched slightly with each movement of my butt. However, I was not going to dwell on this, especially in my head I had only one thought: “I must fuck this idol.”

My hand went to Mr. Thornton's groin, to where the trousers were already clearly bristling. Pushing myself, I unbuttoned my fly and, penetrating inside, I felt a hard cock. He lay down comfortably in my hand, a powerful, knobby phallus, so delicate as velvet, on the outside and hard as if made of steel, under the skin.

Mr. Thornton was still reclining, not making the slightest attempt to help me, and I, squirming on his knee, pleasuring him, skillfully caressing his body with his lips, and the member sticking out of his pants - with his hand. But it was time to show that the girl he bought knows his business. Making an effort, I eased the pressure of my thighs and slid to the floor, kneeling in front of Mr. Thornton. His hard cock now stood in front of my face. Oh, what a beauty!

Holding the member tightly with my hand over the base, I with a sinking heart ran a tongue from eggs to the top and back. And then, closing her eyes with pleasure, she swallowed her head and felt how she filled her whole mouth with her heat. But my role demanded not to forget about the man. Therefore, I refused to myself even a little bit to feel the sensations from a solid male organ in my mouth and began, like a well-trained whore, diligently perform blowjob. My sponges, folded ring, steadily slid along a solid trunk. I swallowed a member deeper, so that he rested against my throat, blocking my breath. I diligently licked the head and even slightly bitten the delicate skin ... And what did I get in return? Mr. Thornton only took a deep breath a couple of times and once groaned inaudibly. However, it did not matter as soon as he said:

- Well, okay, it's time to start the next phase.

Two times I did not have to beg.

Instantly leaping up, I hurriedly threw off my clothes, finding myself completely naked in front of a client. Having taken a couple of enticing poses under a shameless gaze penetrating the most intimate corners of my body, I put one leg on one side and threw the other over Mr. Thornton and hung with slightly diluted knees over it. And beneath me stuck a thick hard cock. Biting my lip, I turned it into myself while lowering my butt. My whole body trembled, as soon as the red-hot head touched my lusting lips. After playing a little member so that he slightly entered with his most pommel in the petals clinging to him and so that the head gets wet from my juices, I finally spread on a powerful trunk with a smooth movement.

I screamed, feeling like a powerful piston piercing me, and fell on Mr. Tornoton's chest, shaking in convulsions of an orgasm. However, I was not given a break. Literally right there, a firm palm lay on my ass and pushed up. I realized what was required of me, and slightly rose on shaky legs, slipping on the member. In spite of the darkness in my eyes and the incessant contractions inside me, I did everything to please man.

My stakes have borne some fruit. Finally, Mr. Thornton began to breathe with hoarseness, and something like passion appeared in his eyes.

After some time, Mr. Thornton wanted to change his position. I did not mind, and how can a purchased slut object to the client! She can only appease him in all available ways. So I, before I bent over the coffee table, managed to bend over and grab the swollen head with my lips. Mr. Thornton graciously allowed to suck him. For some time I enjoyed dick, caressing the tongue and lips with firm flesh, and with my fingers full squeezing fluffy testicles. Then they pushed me to the table. I put my hands on the lacquer surface and raised my ass high, meekly waiting for the man to shove me. However, things did not go exactly the way I thought.

Mr. Thornton quickly put a member to my anus and, grabbing my hips, literally planted me on his stake. I gasped, tears almost fell from my eyes, and my breath caught. Strong hands held me, and I felt like a pinned butterfly. Fortunately, Mr. Thornton did not immediately handle me. At first, he growled, just shook his hips a little. I felt like a hot rod tossed in my stretched ass, like a bear in a narrow den. And since they drove me to the very root, the testicles rubbed against my pussy, delivering a certain pleasure.

So, that's what the fate of the nymph.All strive to tear off her ass. Well, since the client wants it, it means he has every right to dispose of my ass at his own pleasure.

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