The Sleeping Zest of Belinda

The five and a half goons all stared at them juggling as Belinda did a shoulder shuffle shimmy. Chiara Montague had threaded special sleeping zest into the lace of Belinda's brockos. They were all transfected by her tits. And just gazed upon her orbs of flesh. Tongues out and cocks hard. One at a time they approached her for pleasure. There they inhaled her woman shape and were happy. But not just happy. Not so fast you nasty man. That's something a bit more zingy in the tank. She ripped the breast of her dress away and her brassier was exposed. Obviously got guns in it or something