CLIENT SERVICES: ART GALLERY WIFE (ESCORT WIFE Book 2) by Blake Jordan

Author:Blake Jordan [Jordan, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-09-26T00:00:00+00:00

Robert Johnson was standing in front of her next. He kissed her lips before he lowered his head and kissed her nipples and sucked each of them. He held her great shaped breasts in each of his hands and the little mound of powder was carefully put on each of her swollen nipples.

He took his turn inhaling the stimulants from the stimulating picture that the woman made for him as his living serving dish. Then he was playing with her soft full breasts, before he sucked her nipples clean.

Giselle moaned and said she thought that her nipples could not get any more swollen. She asked her friend if it was possible that they had absorbed some of the drug, and Monica said that of course they had, silly woman.

Monica said that she thought she deserved a taste and a bump herself. She gently guided Giselle to where her pretty ass was against the table and she told her to please lie down on top of it for her.

Giselle was down and exposed on another tabletop again. Just like that first night. Monica crawled on top of it and over Giselle’s prone body. She was kissing her as her knees were on each side of her as her ass was up in the air for the men to admire.

She put some cocaine in the pretty blonde’s belly button and then she sniffed it, before she ran her tongue around and inside of it. It was a sweet show to see the way that she slid back down off of the table, and she kissed the slender pretty blonde right over her clitoris, and then she looked at the two men.

“Suddenly I am so damn horny” she said quietly.

Jennings was holding Monica and kissing her neck as he was holding her and playing with each of her tits at the same time, and then he kissed her nipples too and he sucked them also.

Giselle quietly said that she thought maybe she should go lay down somewhere, and Monica said that she already was lying down, but she gently guided Giselle back onto her feet. The way that she actually wobbled in place and put her hand over her eyes was just the epitome of innocent blonde haired vulnerability.

“Let me help you” the Wall Street wolf named Robert Johnson said, and he had her hand as he led the almost completely naked woman back into the apartment, and into one of the spacious bedrooms.

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