The silent pantomime My arse! I'll make them scream!

I was on my way to a fancy dress party - and there she was: Silent, hot, perfectly styled as a sexy mime. But as soon as I was alone with her, the silence was over. First she sucked my brains out with her cheeky tongue - and then she lay down on the pool table, ready for a number that she could no longer pantomime. Deep, hard, passionate - she was no longer moaning, she was begging. And me? I made her even louder with every thrust. Costume off, legs wide - there's no playing here, there's fucking!