Everyone was invited, among the pairs gliding along in gentle waltz you could occasionally detect a familiar face; there was Rita Hayworth, dancing with some lucky guy. It was a nice one, no tongue, just lips touching. Indian sex video Gripping the short brown hair tightly with both hands, I watched the starlet accept the gift of my balls until I had nothing left to give. She had achieved her goal, and proceeded to repeat the act in rapid succession until she finally heard my warning: “Baby, here it comes!”
“Aaahnhh!” I moaned, and everyone in the room could hear the wet splurt of my thick sperm shooting into Audrey Hepburn’s mouth. I sighed and moved my hand to her head, brushing my fingers through her short hair until I managed to find a good grip. For a while the only sounds beside the music were my grunts and the sloppy gurgling. The gown she was wearing was the one from Sabrina; a tight corset and a big flowing skirt, all in white with matching lace gloves. She opened her large dark eyes and looked up at me. Adorable. After several leg-twitching, back-arching orgasms Ingrid gave her a tender, sensual kiss (you know where) and got up. “Nothing to fear.”
“O-oh…” Audrey Hepburn moaned and closed her brown eyes as Ingrid Bergman’s long, slithering tongue slipped inside
