Desi brunette gets pounded missionary by her BF

That was why I dressed very particularly for tonight. I opened the door and strode out into the hallway. She looked up and stopped in her tracks. I continued toward her when the apartment door to the right opened and Mrs. indian Olsen, 70 plus years old, stepped out of her apartment, was surprised by Mary, then followed her gaze back to me. She wagged her finger at me. Mrs. Olsen had immigrated from one of the Scandinavian countries and was in many ways a good Lutheran. But, she took great pleasure in me and my habit of making quick trips through the hall in various stages of undress. “Miss James … going out somewhere formally dressed tonight?” She couldn’t suppress a girlish giggle. Mrs. Olsen was quite the woman if she allowed you to really know her and I was one of the few so fortunate. I pulled the gown out to the sides and gave her a little spin, “What do you think of it, Mrs. Olsen?” “I think you should be careful, dear.” She looked at Mary, “And would this be your date, tonight?” I nodded, “Yes, but I decided we would eat at my place for a change.” I introduced them. She nodded, looking at each of us, “I think that would be good.” She looked at Mary and patted her arm, “You must be a very good friend, indeed, Miss Borden.” She looked back at me, then smiled at Mary, “I suggest you take very good care of her. She’s worth it.” Mary was stunned by exchanged and stammered out something approaching that she was aware of all that and promised desi to do just that. We watched Mrs. Olsen walk carefully down the hall and both giggled. When I told him that it probably was he told me to stick it between my legs when I go to bed and see if the ring charged. “Show me please.” Kieran asked. Strangled cries came from her gagged mouth as he striped the front of her body with swishing forehand and backhand strokes, mercilessly breaking her blistered skin while she jerked and convulsed, only stopping when her eyes rolled back, her legs gave way, and she hung senseless from the ceiling. When she reached his navel, she dipped the tip of her tongue sensually in and out of it until a small pool of her saliva collected there. I shrugged uncomfortably in my seat as I tried to think why I was being thanked. "I'm soaked!" My hair was down over my eyes on one side. My tongue licked and lapped through her folds. ” Justina growled as we ascended the spiraling staircase, “If Brandon finds out who you are, and you bind with him indian while in Diamond’s body…” The desi other room, next to mine, is our guest room, mom and dad’s room is the larger one on the other side of the hall. Once again I'm met with a shrug. Unbelievable!