The Master works and works Shelly’s bum-hole in hot, intimate erotic bliss. Wet lips make a big slack smile for Shelly is so, so so delighted. Sex Not enough unspoiled brain left. She is very pretty, with blonde curtains. Lickle oooohs and phwooooahs come from her juicy lips like she’s moist over the Paella. What a filthy bum-hole she must now have! Paella becomes flecked with foam and sputum. It has been washed of all Shelly’s thoughts and personality. Hips thrust. Shelly sits upright upon her leather chair. Hands claw. Soon Shelly shall be perfect. The Paella makes Shelly want no more hymen. Squelch. Lips dribble. She tries to resist. The paella deeply, deeply disgusts innocent lickle Shelly. He makes love to her fadge. Hands thrash. Shelly’s B.O. Squelch. She stinks of his love-slime. Though the brain matter is tenderised, it still makes for a warm, tight, exquisite treat for a thrusting cock. The lips are a wide O shape. stinks of Paella. He stokes it. Her mind has been made to think nought but what he wishes it to think. It has been specially prepared for little Shelly by the Master. Though the brain matter is tenderised, it still makes for a warm, tight, exquisite treat for a thrusting cock. She stinks like sex. Her lips pout a little.
