The Perversions Of An English Lady - Part 2
Drinking Milady's juices
I was still mesmerized by my Lady’s gaze. My heart was racing, and she squeezed my hip, asking again, “Answer me, cheeky girl. Did you see a ghost?” I began to catch my breath, but I didn’t have time to answer. Smiling, she held up a crumpled pair of panties in her hand. I tried to answer, opened my mouth, but she was quicker and shoved the lacy fabric into my mouth to silence me. I smelled a soft scent of lavender and ta...