5
Sandy danced and twirled in front of Bobi in the most sensual way. It was as though the fire had burned down to a deep, pulsing red, casting long red hues on her skin, her shadow salaciously dancing across the walls.
For unknown reason this was exciting her, she felt pleasure expel through her body making the hair on her skin rise.
Her n*****s firming up, begging to be sucked and rough handled by this black giant god.
Sandy slowly lowered herself to a sitting position on the rug, her back against the sofa, feeling the heat of the flames on her skin and the ravenous stabs of the men’s gazes on her hungry body.
She could feel the "good girl" in her catching a one-way flight, slipping further away with every sip of wine.
"You dance so well my darling, Sandy," Ryan said, his voice deep
