This time she was sleekly naked except for her heels – and one exceptional exception. Curving up from her p***y without any harness or straps to spoil the illusion was the outer half of the brilliantly designed c**k she was wearing. Secured just by the pressure of her v****a on the inner extension, it made her look perfectly hermaphroditic – and promised ecstasy unimaginable when she finally got to f**k with it.
Mistress Kimberly turned and strode from the wardrobe. Jordan was indeed looking up at the lift, and his c**k was still hard after waiting alone the past fifteen minutes. He greeted her return with an excited grin that changed instantly to consternation. Kim stroked her own big erection with threatening relish even as she reassured him.
“Don’t worry, Jordan. I’m not going to f**
