Wild Desire
Her silver Lurex G-string clung to her pussy like a wet stamp, and the straight line of her crease could easily be seen through the damp material.
Patty, a plump brunette, wore a pair of cut-down jeans with the legs hacked so high that only a thin strip of denim was left between them. She had nothing on underneath, and had pulled them up into the crotch so tightly that the two separate halves of her sexual fruit were openly on display, the seam only just visible as it emerged from between her lower lips. The fact that she had carefully removed every trace of pubic hair made it all the more intriguing.
‘Meet Jo and Celine,’ Armina said, slipping her arm round Karen’s waist and leading her to