Ken Giuseppe and Belinda

Belinda took a quaff of the cold wine and whilst not the same quality as a Chilean chardonnay it would do the job. She leaned back resting on one hand propped behind her, opened her legs wide and relaxed on the wooden table,. watching the shower water dripping from her hair and Ken eagerly observing her partially opened labiolids. Let's get your dried off before you catch your death at cold. And picturing his hands like massive brillow pads. Do you think I think massive hands big thumbs? Said Ken in a husky voice taking her wine from her. Belinda thought he's excited. It's a soft launch. A litter and beta. Oh yeah