Lauren stood before Patrick naked, with just a silly vine of flowers crowning her head. Her brown n*****s jutted at the crest of her breasts, those two gentle swells jiggling slightly as she moved. Patrick admired them, kissed them tenderly, then moved his attention to the way her torso opened like a flower below, her hips like two full petals, her groin the center, the sumptuous slit like staring into the undulating petals of a Georgia O’Keefe painting.
Patrick moved close, running his hand down her back, over the high point of her round ass. He squeezed the soft flesh, then spanked the tender cheeks with several sharp smacks. Stopping, he tickled her at the nape of her neck, then ran his fingers along her spine until he reached the crack where the two mounds parted.
“Bend over,” he sai
