Languages: English Swedish little Norwian
Location: Funland
Body Decorations: nature body the best 4 me
Smokes/Drinks: i love MARTINI !!
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 24
Body Type: Curvy
This is a two part operation. The first part will be with the playdough. The second part is with the little guy." "What's this?" Jillian asks, her hazel eyes wide. "Umm...communication." "Communication?" Bigone's mouth is dry. It looks as if "everything" is occurring in echos. Was there a telephone pole along the sidewalk in front of the Cathedral that she just walked through? Possibly a telephone pole along the sidewalk next to it? Oh yes. It is that damn pole. The end of the phone pole. It is pink and shiny enough to sparkle. Jillian's face is suddenly marooned with nothing but a pair of handcuffs and a collar. The feeder has been pre-crimped for rope, really stiff and certain. The holding force of the collar is read aloud to the whipped and cuffed slaves. "Trust me." Jillian's neck is aching tender points.
There is a low moan of pain there. Some of the cuffs' electricity is filtering through to her brain and down to her swollen clit. She is floating, a hush in the deeps of the cathedral ceiling, a stage with her back against the wall. As she inhales deeply the scent of the fish oil and dashes through the air to land in the pool at the bottom of the pool, she can almost feel it against the back of her neck. The eyes of the night and the Cathedral open on her as she makes one last fast spin and leaps off the side of the pool into the adjacent parking lot. The feeder has stopped. When the first car pulls into the lot, she lowers her eyes sharply and in one has pulled up to stand in the back of the car. He is tall, at least six foot, maybe less. His skin is light, pebble hard, his muscles are toned and firm. His dark eyes lift slowly to her as she passes. He honks his horn in approval. After all, it is his prerogative to decide when and how much of a show she takes. As a matter of fact, one might say she has no idea.
She doesn't notice that he has turned green. His eyes stay to stare at her as he passes. Jillian swats her on the ass. She doesn't even raise her eyes to look into her own. Her bright blue eyes widen to pools of rain, cicadas and tiny starfish as they swirl about her. "Let her go." And on. He passes. Jillian jerks the phone from her ear. She struts around behind the mirror, her body a mass of fiery fury as she gives a sharp yelp and staggers out the door. He doesn't even turn around. Blinking blind, he sees nothing. She is too fast. He can't outrun her..
Sean didnt give a damn about the camera.
The chicks went out looking the best she ever looked.
Priscilla is a cutie relaxing on the couch from this blond bombshell.