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"Let's go to your hotel. You can settle down and watch some TV while I make myself beautiful for you," Penelope squeezed his hand.
"You are always beautiful," he put the car in gear.
"Don't be coy; you know what I mean," Penelope chuckled.
They made love; Penelope wearing just a pair of hold-up stockings because she knew that Bradley liked them. After, they lay in each other's arms, both of them aware of the elephant in the room, Bradley's declaration of love.
In a room three floors above, Michael Kendal dressed in black lingerie, black stockings, heels, wig and makeup was lying on the bed paralysed except for his eyes. His cock was erect and his eyes glued to the tablet twelve inches from his face. The room was deathly silent except for the faint buzz of the vibrating dildo inserted into his anus. The room reeked of Poison perfume.
To be continued
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoMichele, you capture my interest so well. How intriguing that Penelope and Michael are in the same hotel on different floors. Wouldn't it be ironic if they crossed paths at the hotel bar? And even more amazing, if Michael decided that Penelope was going to be his next victim!! What would Michael do when he finds out Penelope is a transgenger and has a nice hard cock? Would Bradley be able to rescue her in time? However you wrap this up, Michele, I'm sure I will love ❤️ it, honey!!
Love 💘, sucks and fucks,
Bob
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