you’re still a beautiful woman, Madame Beauchamp,” I say.
Angelina widens her eyes at me as if to say thank you.
“Do not patronize me,” Josephine hisses.
“I’m sorry, Madame Beauchamp, but I don’t know the first thing about patronizing anyone. All I know how to do is give it to you straight. Yes, you’re ill, but it hasn’t diminished your beauty. You’re radiant, and that’s undeniable.”
Angelina squeezes my thigh. Once again her hand is too close to my dick. I also want to thank Madame Josephine Beauchamp for birthing a beautiful specimen of a woman, who’s unique in every way imaginable and sexy as hell, but now would not be the time.
The silence is filled with expectation.
“How about I stop by for a little while,” Josephine says. “I’ll rest some, and then Dorothy will take me over.”
“Thank you,” Angelina mouths to me as Dorothy rolls Josephine out of the dining room. After breakfast, Jacques walks over to Karina’s to visit with Lynette and Louis. Angelina takes me for a walk on the grounds. They have to have at least an acre of land here composed of mostly trees, grass, streams, and small ponds. Every scene is like a snapshot on a postcard.
Angelina has just explained why she really wants her mother at the party.
“But she’s seen you dance before, hasn’t she?” I ask.
“Not dance dance. Not like what I’m going to show her tonight.”
“But why does the party start so early?”
“Because it’ll go on all night. You’ll see.”
We reach the edge of a small pond that’s dwarfed by feathery trees. The grass beneath our feet is perfectly green and spongy.
“This is my favorite spot,” Angelina says, gazing into the dark and shallow water.
“How good of a dancer are you?” I ask.
“I’m great.” She smiles.
“Can you kick your leg up like a ballerina?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Can you show me?”
“Mm hmm.”
Just the suspense alone stimulates my dick. Angelina shimmies the hem of her dress up her creamy thighs. She’s wearing the black lacy panties that she twirled around her finger before folding them into her suitcase the other day. My eyes are glued to her pussy in those panties.
“Ta-da!” she sings. I’ve been so focused on her sweet spot that I didn’t pay attention to the leg lift. It’s extended straight up in the air above her head. She’s bobbling because she’s trying to keep her balance on grass.
“Shit,” I say, nearly out of breath. I take her by the extended leg and trail kisses up her thigh all the way to her calf.
Her moans tell me that she likes it.
“How about this?” I mutter and slide my fingers under the crotch of her panties. I thrust two fingers into her pussy and circle my thumb around her clit.
Angelina loses her balance, but I hold her steady. She drapes her extended leg over my shoulder. I carefully lay her down on the grass. I’m going to put my dick’s needs on hold for a while and take my time with her sexy body. The moisture from her pussy lubricates my fingers. They slip against the inside of her pubic bone. I’m searching for her sweet spots. This is an intelligence-gathering mission. I find what I’m looking for when she moans louder and her warm walls swell around my finger.
“Ah!” she whimpers when she comes.
Shit, I’m wet with pre-come. My dick wants in, but I’m not giving it access. Not yet. I lick her stomach, tasting her skin. I have to work hard to contain myself when she smirks naughtily and then extends her other leg above her head. Her scrumptious pussy is right under my chin. I suck on her clit through the lace. She’s wriggling and gasping with her legs above her head. My dick is hard and tight. Enough of the lace. I tug the wet material to expose her pussy and suck her clit. She loses composure and her legs fling forward, but I push her knees out to the side as I run my tongue along the side of the tender but hard knot. I look up at her face. I want to
Angelina widens her eyes at me as if to say thank you.
“Do not patronize me,” Josephine hisses.
“I’m sorry, Madame Beauchamp, but I don’t know the first thing about patronizing anyone. All I know how to do is give it to you straight. Yes, you’re ill, but it hasn’t diminished your beauty. You’re radiant, and that’s undeniable.”
Angelina squeezes my thigh. Once again her hand is too close to my dick. I also want to thank Madame Josephine Beauchamp for birthing a beautiful specimen of a woman, who’s unique in every way imaginable and sexy as hell, but now would not be the time.
The silence is filled with expectation.
“How about I stop by for a little while,” Josephine says. “I’ll rest some, and then Dorothy will take me over.”
“Thank you,” Angelina mouths to me as Dorothy rolls Josephine out of the dining room. After breakfast, Jacques walks over to Karina’s to visit with Lynette and Louis. Angelina takes me for a walk on the grounds. They have to have at least an acre of land here composed of mostly trees, grass, streams, and small ponds. Every scene is like a snapshot on a postcard.
Angelina has just explained why she really wants her mother at the party.
“But she’s seen you dance before, hasn’t she?” I ask.
“Not dance dance. Not like what I’m going to show her tonight.”
“But why does the party start so early?”
“Because it’ll go on all night. You’ll see.”
We reach the edge of a small pond that’s dwarfed by feathery trees. The grass beneath our feet is perfectly green and spongy.
“This is my favorite spot,” Angelina says, gazing into the dark and shallow water.
“How good of a dancer are you?” I ask.
“I’m great.” She smiles.
“Can you kick your leg up like a ballerina?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Can you show me?”
“Mm hmm.”
Just the suspense alone stimulates my dick. Angelina shimmies the hem of her dress up her creamy thighs. She’s wearing the black lacy panties that she twirled around her finger before folding them into her suitcase the other day. My eyes are glued to her pussy in those panties.
“Ta-da!” she sings. I’ve been so focused on her sweet spot that I didn’t pay attention to the leg lift. It’s extended straight up in the air above her head. She’s bobbling because she’s trying to keep her balance on grass.
“Shit,” I say, nearly out of breath. I take her by the extended leg and trail kisses up her thigh all the way to her calf.
Her moans tell me that she likes it.
“How about this?” I mutter and slide my fingers under the crotch of her panties. I thrust two fingers into her pussy and circle my thumb around her clit.
Angelina loses her balance, but I hold her steady. She drapes her extended leg over my shoulder. I carefully lay her down on the grass. I’m going to put my dick’s needs on hold for a while and take my time with her sexy body. The moisture from her pussy lubricates my fingers. They slip against the inside of her pubic bone. I’m searching for her sweet spots. This is an intelligence-gathering mission. I find what I’m looking for when she moans louder and her warm walls swell around my finger.
“Ah!” she whimpers when she comes.
Shit, I’m wet with pre-come. My dick wants in, but I’m not giving it access. Not yet. I lick her stomach, tasting her skin. I have to work hard to contain myself when she smirks naughtily and then extends her other leg above her head. Her scrumptious pussy is right under my chin. I suck on her clit through the lace. She’s wriggling and gasping with her legs above her head. My dick is hard and tight. Enough of the lace. I tug the wet material to expose her pussy and suck her clit. She loses composure and her legs fling forward, but I push her knees out to the side as I run my tongue along the side of the tender but hard knot. I look up at her face. I want to
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