1. SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE


    Date: 8/14/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Author: 60ssexmoviechannel, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    tongue. She was the hottest chick he'd ever known. And if she kept it in her pants all over France, he'd marry her. If not, he'd tear her fucking face off. *** Tamara St. Onge sat in her room of the Hewitt Regency and stared out the window. Paris... The idea was not without its charm. She longed to see the city ever since her mother and she had left it when Tamara was a small girl. A college tour package wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but money was short on account of tuition, and the air fare was offered at a greatly reduced rate. Anyway, she would be going home. Only a few of her relatives survived over there, and she wanted to see them before they had all gone the way of all flesh. Besides, a college tour full of girls looking at statues and paintings and taking notes was something she figured she could easily ditch. Then, she would be off to explore Paris on her own. Who knew what kind of trouble she might get into? But then, surely whatever happened couldn't surpass the trouble she had already been into. Tamara St. Onge was raised in a brothel. Two brothels, actually, if you count the one in Paris. The one in Philadelphia was where she had spent most of her formative years. Before going to Balfour University to study art. Her mother, the brothel Madam, loved the idea of sending her daughter to a prestige school... and sending her to Europe for the summer. But now, her mother was dead. What money she had accumulated had gone pretty fast since she hadn't bothered ...
    to invest it. Rather, she had lived the way so many people from the old country had done. She hoarded it in a shoe box in the back of her closet. Tamara raked her hand through her carrot red hair and stood up. Anyone looking in the window would have seen an incredibly statuesque girl with the tits of a topless dancer and the hips of a calendar girl. Tamara ambled toward the bathroom and threw off her negligee. She grabbed a huge bar of soap from her vanity case and stepped into the shower. She lathered her huge boobs up with the soap and spread her legs. She worked the hard, elongated bar in between her pussy lips and stroked her clit. She had no boyfriend to bring her to New York and see her off to the plane... no bellboy from the lobby had followed her into her room with his tongue hanging out... though if one had, she might have gotten rid of him. Tamara St. Onge was not particularly interested in men. Perhaps because she had had so many of them as a young girl. She much preferred women. Or a good hard bar of soap. "Oooooh," she said, surprised that her clit was that sensitive all of a sudden. Well, she hadn't touched herself for a few days. That might explain it. She rubbed the rounded hard bar against her bulging clitoris and felt the glow radiate back to her asshole. She fingered her pussy hotly. The warm water washed over the splendidly rounded mounds of her huge boobies and flowed down in rivulets to her cunt and asshole. She leaned over, facing the shower spray, and ...
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