“Excellent!” agreed the Captain, glassy-eyed. Smiling crookedly, he grabbed the puckered fistfuls of his blonde’s engorged n*****s, making her gasp and squeal. Deliberately, then, he began lifting those jiggling titties by their vulnerable peaks, one after the other, over and over. The heavy meat stretched the sensitive nodules against his thumbs and fingers, but he did not let go. Relentlessly he continued, watching her shiver and pant as she m*********d.
“As I tortured one sister so sweetly,” continued Philippe quietly, “the other girl got down between her sister’s splayed thighs.” He bit his lip, staring at the lips that smacked at his swollen knob. “She reached out her slender white hand, sir…”
“Yes, man, yes?” urged his leader hurriedly. He yanked demandingly at his plump blonde pet
