Vietnamese step sis with tattoos fucks for debt while hubby’s away

Richard stepped aside and Helen walked to the centre of the group and knelt facing the fireplace, her head bowed looking at the floor. She had long ago discovered that in such circumstances men were usually just so predictable. Beeg Her makeup was smeared, mascara streaked down her face from the tears. She thought of her own delightfully smooth mons which no-one seemed to have discovered yet, just as they had yet to discover the heavy ring through her clitoris hood, they would find them soon she had no doubt. Helen was almost too exhausted to help and it lasted longer than it would otherwise have done but when he came it was directly into her throat and down into her stomach. “Richard ?”
He nodded and stood back to fully open the door so that she could enter the large hallway, Julius followed carrying the small but expensive leather bag. Helen could feel the friction of her ass dragging against him but he was like a steam train, or one of those mechanical fucking machines that someone had once had her use while they had watched. He came so much that he must have been saving it for weeks. He pushed the weak and exhausted woman to Julius before handing him Helen’s skirt jacket and the remains of her blouse. The result was electric and seemed to invigorate the room. She had long ago discovered that in such circumstances men were usually just so predictable. Helen had always been what men called a screamer and when she hit that point everyone, but everyone, knew.