It’s, mmm, It’s soo wrong…so dirty…’ but Isabelle teased her lips with the tangy dew, and Scarlett’s will was finally bent to the whim of her horny pussy.Mmm…it’s so good to just…submit… Scarlett relaxed as she realised there was nothing she could do to evade the onslaught of pleasure. She pressed her arms into her chest, not-so-subtly emphasising her cleavage. xxx18 Her mind was utterly washed away by the cascading waves of pleasure that rocked her mind. I’m just, uh, not feeling so well…’. She had always viewed skimpy clothing with distaste, a perversion of the woman’s right to choose, which her feminist idols had fought so hard to create. She tried to think, tried to resist, but she was losing control, her mind was being rewritten, reprogrammed. Was it?’ A massive grin was plastered
