very beautiful girl She threw on knickers, track pants, an oversized T shirt and a extra fluffy jumper and moved the few pieces of evidence of her sex play. She grabbed glasses, wine and a bag of chips, turned up the music, very beautiful girl unlocked the door, and settled down on the sofa by the fire.
And her best friend Angel walked in.
“Day drinking? Before noon?” Angel said accusingly as she held up two more bottles of wine, “no wonder we’re best friends!”
Angel had been the friend who’d helped her write the “Can You Even Sex?” questionnaire as they’d named it, and she was a regular part of Chris’s life. They saw each other every day. They shared everything.
very beautiful girl They settled in and started chatting. Chris tried to ignore the fact that she had John naked, in hand cuffs, with a sex toy up his butt, locked in a chest in front of her, but it was hard to get it out of her mind. Her pussy was wet and she was feeling really light headed and euphoric with power. Her plan to get John in this position had worked and she very beautiful girl was almost dizzy. Eventually Angel noticed something was amiss, and pressed her for details.
very beautiful girl “Girl”, she said, pointing a glass of wine at her and only splashing a bit on the floor, “you are hiding something, what are you not telling me? Wait. You put that ad on that fetish website didn’t you? Oh my God, did you get a nibble?”
“A nibble?”, she said, “More like a school of piranhas, it was like very beautiful girl I opened a window and somebody threw a thousand cocks at me…”
“But…” her friend pressed for details, “after you blocked all the creepers, did you find anyone?”
“I found one guy that seems promising, we’ve swapped a few emails and we’re going to maybe get together tomorrow.”
Her friend Angel gushed with excitement for a few minutes, offered advice on which dress to wear and a hundred other things and they polished off a bottle and a half of wine between them. Eventually, Angel stood up and went into the bathroom to use the toilet.
very beautiful girl Chris opened up the lid of the chest and looked at John.
“Are you doing okay in there?” she asked him.
“You planned this!”, he said accusingly, but with a genuine sense of amusement in his voice, “you are an absolute fucking filthy genius!”
She grinned at him wolfishly and bent to kiss him deeply.
“When Angel gets back, I’ll take her for a walk outside so we can smoke a joint, you can get out and have a toilet break. Grab that bottle of water, get back in the chest, and I promise she’ll be gone in two hours”, very beautiful girl she smiled at him, “four hours at the most. And leave the tail where it is, because it is as cute as hell!”