Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long moment before responding, “When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. And you will speak of this to no one else. Indian porn Amélie closed her book and took a sip of her coffee, thinking for a long moment before responding, “When I murdered my husband in his sleep, I think I was, in every way, the monster you think me to be. Eager to discover what awaited her she reached back up, her fingers closing around the thick almost spongey softness of Amélie’s cock, pointing it upwards and giving it a few slow strokes, as if testing it out. Amélie let out a dry little chuckle, “Mm, suit yourself.”
Lena kept her head turned away as she listened to Amélie rise and step from the room, her footsteps so quiet that Lena was only aware she was alone when she heard the click of the door. To lure her in with the facade of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself? “Any questions, mon amour?”
“W-why? Lena let out an almost nervous little giggle and sounded almost sheepish, “Sorry to spoil your party, but I got something else in mind…”
Amélie arched an eyebrow as
