Those enhanced breasts jiggled with a bounce in your hands.  As the rhythm of your thrusts.  As you stroked in and out of Dawn.  Her heated pink depths wet with her arousal.  Fit snug and tight around your rigid cock.   She groan in delight as you tweak and pinch her nipples.  While tilting her head to one side.  As you nibbled and kissed along her neck.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Video host;<em>"Don't they make a good pair.   Perhaps a live show would be in order.  Of course if you refuse,  what worth would they be.  I mean just have to order their deaths.  Useless slaves then, would you not think.</em><br/><br/>The woman continues to sob.  The man though.  He glares for a moment at the other.<br/><br/><em>"Bastard."</em><br/><br/>The bastard;<em>"A wickedly delightfully good one, old chap."</em><br/><br/>The woman in hush bare whisper.  To no one in particular.<em>"Marko,  Dawn."</em>