her pussy. He parted her lips with his fingers and grinned at her wetness before sinking to his knees and snaking his tongue along her clit.
Alice placed her hands on his shoulders as he worked over her, moaning into her thighs and grasping her ass, pulling her tight against him. March slid two of his fingers into her pussy and began to stroke her, slowly igniting heat inside of her. Alice licked her lips and let her head fall back as she came, crying out softly as March continued to stroke her until the last spasm of her orgasm was finished.
March stood, running his hands along her sides, pulling the tiny skirt with his finger tips and turning her to face the mountains of roses. Alice placed her hands on a thick wooden beam that had ivy creeping along its base, she stared down at it and it seemed to curl toward her toes as March slid his warm cock head along her wet folds.
“Take me, Mr. March. Take me, I’m yours.” She whispered as she pressed her ass back against him.
March wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her back aligned with him as he pressed inside of her. Alice leaned back against him, and rose up on her tip toes before reaching back and grasping his shoulders for support. March slid his hand down to her clit and began to circle it wildly and Alice’s knees grew weak as she tried to remain standing under the pleasure. After a moment it was too much and Alice bent forward, grasping the beam again, and looking back at March as he pounded into her.
Alice reached back and placed her hand on her ass, pulling it gently to the side and biting her bottom lip as March slid deeper inside her. March placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against him as she came again, crying out and pounding her fist on the wooden banister. March slowly slid out of her and she turned, already knowing what he wanted.
Alice stuck her tongue out and licked at March’s hole , tasting his salty precum, and her own juices as he pumped his cock slowly. She looked up into his eyes, and his nose seemed to twitch before his features collapsed and he spurted his hot seed over her breasts in three long streams. Alice grasped his cock in her hands and sucked him clean before getting to her feet.
“Where are the others?” She asked.
“In the garden.” March said as he carefully wiped Alice’s breasts clean with a handkerchief he pulled from his breast pocket.
“Will they be waiting?” She suddenly felt worried that she might not please the whole party, as they always grouped together. Pleasing an entire gathering was one of the things that Lenora prided Doxy Parcels on, pleasing all of their clients, especially if it was a large party.
“They’ll be fine.” March said as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and adjusted the white material about her shoulders.
As Ma rch guided her along the path through the garden, and the canopy above them disappeared, the stars in the sky gleamed dreamily above. Alice smiled as they rounded a large hedge that had been trimmed into a perfect sphere; she slid her fingers along the soft bristly foliage as she followed the trail. March’s hand was still comfortably on her lower back, and he smiled down at her face as her features lit with curiosity.
The scent of cherry wood and vanilla drifted into Alice’s nose and just around a small bend sat a young man, no more than twenty two or three, on top of a bright golden blanket. He was situated under a small pergola that was draped with yards of sheer golden fabric, smoking from a large blue water pipe that had coals on the top and four long hoses laying on the blanket.
“Sit.” March said behind her, and Alice approached the blanket, kneeling down and smiling at the young man, he had attractive features, blonde hair and bright cheery blue eyes. He handed her one of the long hoses.
“Do you smoke?” He asked.
“What is it?” Alice asked , she knew the rules at Doxy Parcel, no inhibitors except the ones provided directly from
Alice placed her hands on his shoulders as he worked over her, moaning into her thighs and grasping her ass, pulling her tight against him. March slid two of his fingers into her pussy and began to stroke her, slowly igniting heat inside of her. Alice licked her lips and let her head fall back as she came, crying out softly as March continued to stroke her until the last spasm of her orgasm was finished.
March stood, running his hands along her sides, pulling the tiny skirt with his finger tips and turning her to face the mountains of roses. Alice placed her hands on a thick wooden beam that had ivy creeping along its base, she stared down at it and it seemed to curl toward her toes as March slid his warm cock head along her wet folds.
“Take me, Mr. March. Take me, I’m yours.” She whispered as she pressed her ass back against him.
March wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her back aligned with him as he pressed inside of her. Alice leaned back against him, and rose up on her tip toes before reaching back and grasping his shoulders for support. March slid his hand down to her clit and began to circle it wildly and Alice’s knees grew weak as she tried to remain standing under the pleasure. After a moment it was too much and Alice bent forward, grasping the beam again, and looking back at March as he pounded into her.
Alice reached back and placed her hand on her ass, pulling it gently to the side and biting her bottom lip as March slid deeper inside her. March placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against him as she came again, crying out and pounding her fist on the wooden banister. March slowly slid out of her and she turned, already knowing what he wanted.
Alice stuck her tongue out and licked at March’s hole , tasting his salty precum, and her own juices as he pumped his cock slowly. She looked up into his eyes, and his nose seemed to twitch before his features collapsed and he spurted his hot seed over her breasts in three long streams. Alice grasped his cock in her hands and sucked him clean before getting to her feet.
“Where are the others?” She asked.
“In the garden.” March said as he carefully wiped Alice’s breasts clean with a handkerchief he pulled from his breast pocket.
“Will they be waiting?” She suddenly felt worried that she might not please the whole party, as they always grouped together. Pleasing an entire gathering was one of the things that Lenora prided Doxy Parcels on, pleasing all of their clients, especially if it was a large party.
“They’ll be fine.” March said as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and adjusted the white material about her shoulders.
As Ma rch guided her along the path through the garden, and the canopy above them disappeared, the stars in the sky gleamed dreamily above. Alice smiled as they rounded a large hedge that had been trimmed into a perfect sphere; she slid her fingers along the soft bristly foliage as she followed the trail. March’s hand was still comfortably on her lower back, and he smiled down at her face as her features lit with curiosity.
The scent of cherry wood and vanilla drifted into Alice’s nose and just around a small bend sat a young man, no more than twenty two or three, on top of a bright golden blanket. He was situated under a small pergola that was draped with yards of sheer golden fabric, smoking from a large blue water pipe that had coals on the top and four long hoses laying on the blanket.
“Sit.” March said behind her, and Alice approached the blanket, kneeling down and smiling at the young man, he had attractive features, blonde hair and bright cheery blue eyes. He handed her one of the long hoses.
“Do you smoke?” He asked.
“What is it?” Alice asked , she knew the rules at Doxy Parcel, no inhibitors except the ones provided directly from
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