Curvy Natalia Pleasuring Herself
0We settled down to eat cheese on biscuits, which worked well with the wine. And I had the distinct impression that Naomi was unusually confident around me too. Naomi composed herself silently, saying nothing. Feeling excited, I raised the glass in a toast to the chef. That moment the tank top was covering her face my eyes feasted on her pert little breasts pushing out from her chest held tight by a frilly black bra. The crowd absolutely silent, the music wafted over us and entranced us. “There’s just one thing we have to do” she said quietly, her voice of steel. A large dormer window in the sloping roof with velvet purple curtains. Jean put on some classical instrumental music in the background. Naomi’s mix of shyness and forwardness was giving few clues into her tastes and style.
