and that it occasionally slipped down to surreptitiously fondle her ass cheeks through the sleek, contoured dress she was wearing, as they maneuvered through the sea of art-lovers. you say the sweetest things, Claude,” then, still looking over her shoulder, she added, “But seriously… Black porn he leaned forward… yeah… and that it occasionally slipped down to surreptitiously fondle her ass cheeks through the sleek, contoured dress she was wearing, as they maneuvered through the sea of art-lovers. Roger recognized Claude from earlier, when they’d met out in the main gallery… every single time?”
Lindsey said, “Well… but not recently.”
Roger looked a bit confused, and asked, “Well… with his raging hard-on still sticking straight out from his unzipped pants… in a bit of shock… what has gotten into you? … uhn… now give me a few minutes… I actually saw the two of you in the workshop.”
As Lindsey turned red, and continued to stumble over the words she was struggling to come up with, Roger pulled his fingers out of her slippery cunt…
