Tokyo-Hot (Creampie)

Now let’s move lower. Just by looking in the mirror, we can both see that you are a shameful mess. Look at those swollen pussy lips. And you are soaked. Your scent is filling the room with your base desires, and no man is safe around that.” I trailed my hands down to the tops of her legs, rubbing lightly but not yet touching her pussy. “Tell me about this pussy, Miss Daniels. What are all the shameful things that have happened here? Tell me in order, starting when you first had naughty thoughts.” “Every event, Mister Thompson?” Her voice was incredulous. “No, Miss Daniels, we’d likely be here all night. Just the progression, and how frequently each act occurs.” “Thank you, Mister Thompson. It all started when I was a little girl.