Chapter Six
Paris Sexy Occupe
Actually, it was a lie. He was on a walk down the hallway. Headed toward Connie’s master bath. With perfect timing, he caught her while she finished up her morning toilette. Now with an audience, she stood up in the tub and washed her sensitive girl lips down below with a gentle chamomile soap. They were swollen. From all his rutting, her levres pouted openly. She tried to give him a mean look. She said, “You are an animal, Leo.” Then added, “Will you just look at me.”
“I know how you got that way,” he smiled broadly at the tableau. “And I have plans to continue,” he warned her. He took a big step in, over the side of the tub. Later he would salve her cunt himself with a special baume. Right now, though, his interest was with her engorged and sensitive c**t
