Taylor Vixen and Aria’s Steamy Night Together

Pierre was flushed and sweating as he stepped up before her and unfastened his trousers. Beeg Dmitri was amused to see a younger woman briskly enter the interrogation room and plant herself in the seat opposite him and was also struck by her beauty; her ash-blonde hair was cropped like a boy’s and her lithe, small-breasted form modestly sheathed in a charcoal grey trouser suit and high-necked blouse. The blonde sighed and took one step forward, a second step and then collapsed, trembling, against the platform. “Have you found the Yellow Sign?” Dmitri called after her. Read 7023 times |
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    He drew on his cigar and watched the next victim in line, a full figured blonde woman of about thirty who had come dressed in a white corset and stockings and gold court shoes. “We will find him, and he will tell us how this machine was used, but it would be interesting to hear from you, now, what role it had in your activities.” She was being unduly harsh, Katya thought, deliberately maintaining a distance between herself and her subject. She put a hand out to steady herself and fought to control her breathing but lust overcame her. As it reached higher she knelt astride and positioned her rounded hips so that her open cunt bore down on the stake. She took a deep breath and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her forehead, focusing afresh on the interview.