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The box contained two identical white sundresses and the note attached said for us to wear these dresses and nothing else to Ronnie’s. When Katrina saw the gift, she immediately knew that Ronnie was going to show her a slutty good time. I had not seen a lot of Connie in the last two weeks because her family usually spends the week before and the week after the 4th at their family retreat up in Martha’s Vineyard. That is the kind of money that was flowing in her family. I did face-time her when I was trying on the dress that Ronnie had brought me to wear. Connie immediately knew cumshot something was up and was badgering me to tell her what was going on. I explained to her about Ronnie’s invitation and at first, she was jealous but then I said that she was going to have me all to herself in a couple of weeks when we went down to the Dominican pov Republic she perked back up. I got sassy with Connie and said oh yeah, we will see what is going to happen. Connie told me to get out of the sundress so that she could see my fine ass black body. “Karm, turn around and slowly take off that dress.” Connie commanded. “That’s right, nice and slow. Show me that big black ass. White Mama has been missing riding that good thing.” As I gently lifted the dress over my hips amateur and then over my head, I was gyrating my hips in small circles. I then did a move that I knew would through Connie into space. I began bouncing up and down so that my ass cheeks were clapping against each other. I knew I had her now. “Bitch, I am about to jump through this phone and beat your stripper ass. How you gonna clap that ass for me and I can’t even smack it?” Connie yelled at me over the phone. I finally turned around and Connie yelled out, “Oh Hell no you didn’t. Who the fuck told my bitch that she could get a fancy reality ass cut for her pussy?” I told her that I had went to a spa in Georgetown with Ronnie and that Ronnie told the attendant to trim me up into a light patch of hair just above my clit in the shape of a “V”. She then told them to put a blond coloring on it. Connie said that the coloring made it stand out. I told her that I loved it. My phone had buzzed and I told Connie that it was Kat and that I had to take the call. I promised her that I would call her after the weekend. I said, “Be ready for some video sex next week.” I hung up and was now face-timing with Katrina. “Karm, why aren’t you dressed and ready. I am close to the house now. We have to be there by 4 o’clock.” I told her that I was casting about to put my dress on and would be ready. Well pixie I am going to carry cumshot my new little slave to my bed room lay her on my bed, run her amateur a bath with bath oil, put her in the nice relaxing warm water and let her recover from a hard day while I make dinner. “It’s likely to be an interesting week ahead.” Good thing you beat Chiyoko, huh. As I was ready Maa had entered into the room asking “Orey..are you ready or not…?” He feels her toes dig in to gain purchase and then pushes reality off, going to the top of his shaft almost letting it out, and then she clamps those pussy muscles around his shaft head and slowly lowers herself down to the base. She would be his next kill casting and the earthy scent of her arousal was heavy in his nostrils. Instinctively, I’d spread my knees so that everyone could have a good look. You’re a dude? I’m taking a bath.” Did you breed her right there in front of everyone.” Gripping her axe and looking for an opportunity to strike. “Yeah,” I said, my fingers wanting to hit my camera app. He tasted something salty and bitter, and knew right away that the General had drawn blood. She took a few breaths to calm herself, smoothed her skirt down and finally gave a tap on his door. “We didn’t expect to find anyone here pov either” said the one with dark brown hair, “And yes, we are all right. Taking a styling brush and comb; Cora styled her lovely dark blonde locks into place, teased and fluffed out Abigail's shoulder length blond hair and applied the finishing touches to Abigail’s style as close as possible to the photograph. Humming, I darted out of the bathroom to my bedroom and grabbed a pair of shorts, also not cut for futas.