Voluptuous Asian Chick In Red Solo Perfomance

I tried to calm her down by telling her to start at the beginning. I was still a PI and I had a reputation to recover, no matter what this dame was doing to my adrenaline levels. She calmed down a bit and started weaving her yarn. It was the same sad tale I'd heard a thousand times: a deadbeat brother who she's devoted to, squanders the family savings and has now gone missing, and it's all she can do to compose herself. I handed her my oriental handkerchief and give her a sympathetic look; Solo broads love that kind of stuff. She goes on and my eyes slide down to watch her breasts as they heave slower and slower and she starts breathing normally. They were like a fine wine, and I was already a raging alcoholic. She's saying something about "every penny she had" when I shift in my chair to casually rearrange my dick into a less conspicuous position. After five minutes or so, I stand up, still listening to her sob story, and walk around to sit in front of her on the edge of my desk. I act like it's because I'm interested, but I couldn't sit there another minute without getting a good look at her legs. They were still glistening from the rain and my eyes followed them from her ankles all the way up to her ass. She had on some kind of strappy high heel that tied with a ribbon in a bow at her ankle. She sure was some piece of work, and whether I could help her or not I was sure glad she came into my office. As I went to sit back down I nodded a few times and assured her that her brother would turn up sooner or later without any help from me. She gave me the "Oh but you must," line and started dabbing dildo her eyes again. I knew it wasn't worth me takin' the case; she had all but told me she couldn't pay me. I must have looked pretty disinterested, because she started in with her feminine charms. "I'm sure I have a picture of him in here somewhere," she said as she looked half-heartedly through her handbag. On the slimmest of pretexts she got up and dumped the contents of her purse out on her chair, then bent over til her face was an inch from the knick knacks she was piecing through. She wasn't your average street floozy and she kept her legs pressed together as she swung her derriere from side to side; this was a bribe, not a peep show, and my eyes never left those perfect heart-shaped hips, legs, and ass for a second. "Here it is," she said and it felt like waking up from a dream as she stood up and I snapped out of it. I wiped the stupid grin off my face just as she turned around and bent over my desk to show me the picture she'd found. I tried to seem interested as she leaned on my desk with both arms and got chatty about the photo, but japan the way she was leaning made her nipples the last line of defense, clinging to the seam of her dress to keep her cleavage from spilling out in front of me. She leaned in to point out some detail, and if it had been any other day her dress never would have stayed on. When she shifted her shoulder both straps slipped off and dangled at her elbows, peeling away to reveal her nipples. But her sundress was still dripping wet and clung to the her body and the undersides of her free-hanging breasts. She was surprised and embarrassed; pulled back with a jolt and threw her arm across her tits while she frantically fixed her dress. I got up and walked around to her as she nervously spouted a string of excuses and dumped the contents back into her handbag. She froze when I put my hand on her shoulder, bein' as gentle as I could. I told her that while I didn't know if I could help her with the case, the least I could do was let her stay the night. I had a tiny apartment in the next room for witness protection, and after some coaxing she reluctantly followed me over. It was the probably the barest dive she'd ever seen. There was a bed right in the middle of the room, with a tiny kitchenette in one corner and a long mirror running the thai length of the wall. Across from that was a shower and a drain, with no curtain or tub, and a toilet; there wasn't even a bedside table. But the lights worked and there was a small window in one wall so she wouldn't feel too confined, and she knew she didn't have much of a choice. The building cleaners had been in since the last time it was used, so it was a lot cleaner than my office, though maybe a bit dusty. I think it's time for you to leave, NOW!] Despite it’s Solo fiery nature, it seemed to be nothing more than a beam of light. I put it on the bed [gasp] opening it. I'd never felt anything like it, and it was unnerving. Jill interjected, “Do we really need to do this right now?” I tasted him. “Give it to me!” She demanded. I felt Patricia's warm tongue circling my tiny hole and as they agreed my hole was lubed enough, I could feel thai the dildo cold glass thermometer enter my hole. Wanna know what I loved about him, he didn’t stink at all! I groaned, thrusting hard into the older woman's writhing cunt. Sitting up, he grabbed it and saw a text oriental from CGB: She does have her japan passport, at least.” You know how much I’ve fantasized about that happening someday.