"I copy you to a T," Vignette responded, She parted her legs another half inch or so. Bellson couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of her panties. And then, the smell of the p***y juice soaked panties reached him. Vignette saw Bellson's face redden as he began to inhale the pungent odor,.
Vignette realized that she had him. She would soon have the great Swift Bellson eating out of her hands.....well, maybe not out of her hands. She parted her legs another inch.
He was drooling. He couldn't move his eyes away from her c*m soaked thick white panties. Vignette was enjoying the power she had. She realized that Bellson would soon be in her power. She imagined his mouth on her clit, his tongue pushing. Oh, what a slut she was; but wasn't all politics about being a slut? She couldn't wait to
