"If you read the article, it was a leg waxing."
I was however more interested on the girl beside her: Her shoulder was covered with her long black hair which flew through the air as she jumped to the beat. My cousin at the time was 17F, she was a beautiful young women, with an amazing body, which i have had seen change and mature over the years.
Just as I opened the bathroom door, I heard the second shot coming from my room.
It was a shock and I thought about turning around and quietly leaving. From behind, the awful view showed the butterfly bow (a dangling mass of cloth) plastered to a parting mass of sticky looking folds that was the skirt, above the bride's light grey satin panties, chocolate lace stuck under her legs that propped up a cavern of inside of dark, flowing material.
I got up and went into the kitchen and poured a shot of whiskey, then a second. Slowly I took it in my mouth sucking it and stroking it up and down. " "Master?" she queried.
I lightly kissed his young pale lips, "insert your tongue in my mouth baby" he inserted it and proceeded to tongue me. I couldn't tell and it didn't matter.
"You whipped me. I stand up to support her but leave my fingers in her cunt, enjoying the sensations as her muscles milk my fingers. and wasted no time. You want me to cum don't you ?" I started licking mi lips slower and longer as I looked up at him.
Sometimes I felt I had been turned wild, my hair in knotted and tangled locks, now less-than-golden with the dirt that stuck to it, my skin tanned with the harsh sun and often wearing nothing but a loincloth during the day.