<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">Pairing:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)"> Fleur<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Recording Studio<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Richard<br/>
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Feeling the cub pressing up behind her, Fleur returns the favor, pushing her round butt back into him. Her head tilts up, turning the slightest bit away from the ministrations of his lips, giving him full access to the side of her neck. One of her hands comes up to her chest, cupping one of his naughty hand as it fondles and gropes her full, bouncy boobs. Her lips part as she mmms, “Oh, yes … such a cheap, cheap … dirty, dirty … whore.”<br/>
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As his hands go to her zipper, arms come up, fingers of each hand running through her bright blonde hair, her elbows jutting out to the sides as she sways her hips back and forth in wide stripperific motion, grinding downwards a little in time to an unheard beat. A gentle curve down her spine becomes more dramatic as her zipper lowers, her backside flaring out into her twin asscheeks.<br/>
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It’s only proper. About to get filmed slutting it up with some other woman’s husband. A whore this dirty doesn’t deserve to have clothing. Once fully unzipped, she slides the purple straps at her shoulders down onto her upper arms, letting the dress fall loose down her body, first slithering, getting caught on her anatomy, but inexorably slipping off completely with the gyrations of her dance, leaving her only </span><a class="link link--external" href="https://i.postimg.cc/sXr2rZJ3/g-string1.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(61, 142, 185)">the very tiniest amount of shiny metallic gold protection for her alleged 'modesty</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">'</span></a><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">. Not that modesty was ever a particularly applicable word for Fleur.</span>