Peachy Keen Films-High Class Hooker

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This was an impressive project, a lengthy time in the making. If you like your chicks dresses up in taut leather sundress, wool glaze, leather gloves, jewelry, leather shoes, elegant soiree sundress, tights, etc.....this is the one for you. Lots of snobbish acting by Brandy. Good POSTMORTEM CONTENT. NOT TO BE MISSED!!!
Max had never gotten such a high-class escort before. But she looked so excellent in the advertisement and when he got the additional money, he figured he would give her a attempt. He knew he did not live in the greatest part of town and that she was most likely used to more upscale customers. But, he figured she would be uber-cute just the same. He had no idea.

When he let Brandy in, she instantaneously was a snob. Brandishing a cigarette--not even eliminating her shoes. She judged him at once, and he knew this was not going to go well. He flashed her his diminutive, discreet room and she ambled thru it, twisting her nose up in disgust. All the while, she was smoking her ciggie, flicking the donk wherever she was standing.

She opted to leave, call it a night, but he persuaded her to linger with the promise of food and champagne. She was greedy.

She scarfed down his food, all the while smoking a ciggy. She wandered on about this and that, mostly about herself. Leisurely she grew flaccid and fatigued. When she was still, gawping, he liquidated the ciggie from her facehole as her bod commenced grimacing. He put her on the floor and let her contraction while he cleaned up her dishes.

The poison was working well. She was foaming a bit at the gullet as her assets made last tiny quakes. Now dead, he took some images of himself with her, to preserve the moment. Then, he set about frolicking with her. He got her up on the sofa, tugged her this way and that, flopped her around, then moved her to the stool for a bit.

Then, back on the floor, he dragged her into the other apartment and set her in a stool, positioning her unlit ciggy in her hatch, then put her on the floor.

He leisurely undressed her, then put on a fashionable soiree sundress that used to belong to his ex (may she rest in peace). He substituted her stiletto leather shoes with high heel high-heeled shoes. He determined to keep her lengthy classy leather gloves on.

He picked her up and danced around the apartment with her, then set her in his office tabouret and roll her around a bit. He toyed with her in the stool for a while, then picked her up and took her into his shower.

He posed her a few different ways in his bath, all the while admiring her hotty. She was so much better when she did not speak.

Back out in the living apartment, he eventually got what he called her for. Laid. Yes, he banged her for a while, but determined to conclude by having her give him a fellate job. It was kinda different, her being dead and all. But, it worked out just the same. After a while, he came in her jaws.

He positioned her on his couch and toyed with her some more. He flopped her palms and gams, then toyed with her jaws and lips. He then picked her up and carried her out.

In his cavern, he pushed her in the closet so he would have fun with her more afterward. As he ambled away, the closet door creaked back open, unsheathing her slumped body.