- ... But you do have another ear! - and Curly again wheezed, clutching his nails in his back. The salt of her ears burned in the language of Gregory, who outlined a new sacrifice for herself:

- Our next dance is special ... Tanfui, tanfui, phto fe you? - He said, compressing her lips with her nipples, like a cranberry. The lips sucked into a puffy halo, and the tongue stung to the very berry, playing on it, like on a string.

Sue choked with green sparks that danced in her eyes, and was numb - but Gregory's hands smoothly inserted her hips into the dance, and now they swayed again: Sue, throwing her head back — and Gregory, slowly, smoothly tormented her breasts.

Her juices chilled cock, generously smeared in them; He urgently demanded attention, but Gregory knew that it was still early. Torturing nipples, he quietly began to caress her sides, thighs, buttocks, going down below, into the heart of the priests. Spreading his buns apart, he tickled the oily skin to snort and squeal; leaving the anus and its surroundings burning, Gregory suddenly moved forward, gently spreading his trembling knees - and penetrated into the innermost part of the thighs.

Little by little, he was approaching the main zone, which was burning with a wet tickling. TAM was already craving for touch, and Sue squatted, trying to stick a bud into his hand, but it was still early, and Gregory squeezed the sticky skin, increasing the touch ...

Finally, he pulled away from her nipple, which burned so that it glowed in the dark, and whispered to Sue:
- The time of the main dance is near. But for the time being we are just warming up - and suddenly he kissed her on the lips with a short, languidly-pulling kiss.

At that moment, his finger penetrated the sticky core and stung inward, into the tickle-defenseless bottom, simultaneously with the tongue that licked Sue in her tongue ...

She had been whimpering for a long time, exhausted from desire, and now she was moaning even louder, shuddering in a sweet convulsion. Teasing her, Gregory paused, in which she shrank into a convulsive lump expecting caress, and suddenly stung her from both sides at once - into her mouth and into the clitoris; and each time the stings sank deeper into her, and longer and sweeter, and they stung her stingingly, and poor Sue cried from the itch piercing with her green tremor ... Finally, the stingers stayed in her, not going out, infusing her with a burning sensation and fever, forcing oozing with sweet salt, like an incised fruit. With one hand, Gregory pulled her toward him, kissed her mouth until convulsions, with the other - slowly, smoothly massaged the clitoris clockwise, gradually increasing speed, pressure and vibration.

All this time, he did not stop dancing, holding Sue in a smooth wiggle, with which they merged in the same rhythm of movement of stings, tormenting Sue from above and below. Sue swayed like in a dope and moaned loudly and hysterically. She was ready to splash juices a long time ago, and an orgasm burst out of her, bursting her with fiery fluff tickling her womb — but Gregory drove him like a mechanic, twirling the steam knob back and forth — and he was shaking more and more painfully in her, sweeter, turning into ringing in the ears.

Somehow unnoticed, they were at the couch. Suddenly, Sue's legs gave way, and she plopped a burning booty on a cold velvet.

The stings came out of her, leaving her half a millimeter from an orgasm; through the green shroud came the words of Gregory - “the time of the main dance has come ..."; it was crushed and laid like a mountain of sticky wax - and finally the sting dug into it again, gratefully enveloping in screaming flesh, and inside it stiffened, swelled - and burst, freeing the long-awaited avalanche that flowed along it with thick boiling honey ...

Sue howled loudly, throwing her head back.Her face turned into a spasm, which turned him into a shaman's mask, and it was already impossible to kiss her; Gregory wanted to torture her some more, - but she let down suddenly and deafeningly, smearing her face against his hand, and it was necessary to act.

Quickly getting close, he saddled her, attached a ram where it should be - and slowly but imperiously dipped him into the long-awaited flesh, entering Sue all the way. Sue gasped - whether from an orgasm, or from pain - and wheezed, thrashing her legs on the sofa; Gregory held her shoulder and began to rhythmically disperse the burning bosom, squishing blood and juices.

He bit into it, spanked eggs and frowned with pleasure, saying: “This is soooo ... that's how we do it with our girls ... with good girls ...“ Fucking the ending Sue was delicious to body aches, to the grind his teeth, and Gregory laughed at the feeling of wild, sweet freedom and power between his legs. He let his hips go free - and they throbbed themselves, obeying the bestial rhythm and driving discharge after discharge into Sue.

Soon the pulse filled the lovers to the top, cutting their cry into pieces: - Aah! Ahhh! Aww! Eyy! Yy! S! - they shouted in chorus, forgetting about propriety and everything in the world. A hoarse beast, recently the Curly Sue, curved in an arc and goggled. A new wave of orgasm melted her body ... Sue often finished earlier - but there was never anything like this with her, and she was afraid that she was dying. Honey avalanche all flowed and poured out of it, and the body sank in inescapable spasm, swelling with black, fiery sweetness, and inside it was dug He took away the last strength ... and only when He, pumping her tickling and pain, suddenly jumped out and poured it hot spit, and a firm hand rubbed them on the stomach and chest - only then the spasm began to release it, and the convulsive arch went limp, leveled and was blown away, letting out air with a noise ...

When the tickling left the body - it was filled with satiety, thick and drunk like liquor. Down below, in a torn flesh, pain suddenly erupted, and Sue whimpered.

- Well, well, my girl ... - Gregory hugged her, - come here. I was so good with you ... Everything is good. Go here...

And he stroked Susan, sticky with sperm, caressed her with fingertips from top to bottom - from the back of the head to the calves - and the pain subsided, and thick, boundless, purple-velvet absorbed her, covered her brain, enveloped her with a sleepy gloom, drowned her in soft density, full, deep and ...

***

... In a half-slumber, which did not pass, however, into a complete blackout, Gregory noted to herself how Sue woke up, stretched out with her whole body, quietly gasped, remembering where she was and what happened to her; slowly, carefully freed from his embrace; got up, got dressed, walked to the exit ...

“It won't, Curly,” he said, without opening his eyes.

Rustle behind the wall verse. The silence lasted a minute or more, then a hoarse voice asked:

- What will not work?
- Wash off. I have an electronic lock system on the door. You can only open through a computer. If you know the password, of course ...

Gregory reached out and sat on the couch. Sue appeared in the doorway.

- What does this mean, Mr. Gregory ...
- INSPECTOR Gregogi. Senior inspector, to be precise. New York Police, Department of Robberies.

With a trembling hand, Sue reached into her purse ...

- He's not there.
- Cchchch ... what is not?
- Pistols. It lies in a completely different place. Men always throw things away, you know. Especially old bachelors. Well, Curly Sue ... - Gregory got up and slowly approached her, naked and mocking, - so what? You are, of course, surprised that clonidine did not work?
- Ka ... what is clonidine? You're delusional? Wake up! ... - Sue shouted, backing away from him deep into the hall.
- To live without a finger is, of course, unpleasant ... by the way, I was shot off by one beautiful girl. Not as beautiful as you are ... It's simple: a powerful absorbent is hidden in my claw. A handy thing when they want to poison you. You bring the flask to your lips, put a claw there - and everything goes into it. And it seems that in the mouth. In my claw - all your life, ... Read more →