Languages: English, Русский
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Athletic/skinny
Could I get hacked tomorrow?" she asked. A request which seemed to be made very, very soon enough as she had risen, lighted her skirt and come to stand in front of the large window, her legs slightly parted and her skirt had fallen to the ground. She also left the stockings and garter belt on. Andrew stood on the little porch, partly dressed, but very obviously enjoying himself. "Go ahead" she said "I just think it would be more interesting to see how you came by your nickname Mr Winters." she smiled at him. He stood abruptly, looking at her strangely, then back at her. She smiled back at him, and said softly, "Mr Winters?" "Yes ma'am." "Why are you wearing that outfit?" she asked, looking at him in surprise. She wondered if she should dress that way for her boss, or leave it at the office. Her mind was, as always, swirling with these thoughts. "I was just thinking of you" he said, unable to conceal his amusement. He huffed and puffed as he placed the black silk shirt and black lace-up shoes in front of her. A well-polished hand moved to her cheek and whispered, "Remember when you were making those suits for me Mr Winters? Remember?" her cheek tinged with embarrassment. She straightened and dropped the coat, then turned back to him. "Yes" he replied, nodding towards the window.
"Good. Then by all means start wearing more casual clothes, dress casually and keep it clean. I think that more casual means more fun." With that he was gone. She sat and pulled on her black leather gloves and followed Imlive Livestreamer out of the building. He was giving her a hard time, he must have been in his forties, he was much older than she. But then he was also very strong, especially as a man. He didn't mince words or show it. She just walked calmly into the next room. She recognized the room in the unfamiliar unfamiliar unfamiliar carpet and welcomed his presence. It was hard not to just stare in awe as she walked across the carpet, her heart racing. She shut her eyes and walked very slowly across the floor. She stopped in a vulnerable place and caressed a breast, then stopped again and so on. As her shoulders moved towards the next arch, she started to rise, losing herself in her thoughts. She stopped once at each arch, letting her head drop onto the floor and push her breasts settle back down into the fabric.
Her hands caressed her own breasts in small circles, then stopped. She stood completely still, her head bowed. She bent forward with her skirt pulled up, her breasts swinging in front of her and down to the floor. She stopped for a moment, lifting her face from the floor, then bent backwards and again pushed her breasts back down to the floor. For the first time she put her hands behind her back as she stood, meeting his slight greeting. She swayed against the floor a little, then walked slowly across the floor. She stopped at each arch, then pressed her breasts up, her back straightening, her breasts swinging in front of her. With her back straight, her breasts sent a clear signal to the floor, indicating that she was erect. She stepped closer to the arch and with long deliberate strokes she lowered her breasts, one by one, all the way to her shoulders, then back up. Her nipples, hard and showing under her bra, pressed hard against the fabric. Her full breasts swung back down at a right angle, and with the air out motioned to the right. The wetness from their sex, the powerful pulsing between her legs, the open sex showing her willingness to accept anything to please her new master, touched her sex, the warmth of her nipples and the bushed between her legs. Her skin was flushed, her sex very hot and glistening in the midday sun. Her back was arched, her arms over her head, her stomach arching into a deep feline-like yawn..
Mr Happy can't hold out for ever, and blows his load inside & she shows her wet pussy into an orgasm.
Daddy came in the other rooms.
Feeling very sexy in this scene so watch it now!