“Yes, yes, yes, you wicked sex slave!” I howled.“They are both so wicked,” Ava moaned. “Oh, keep fucking me. Keep pressing my clit into Gret...a's, Aingeal!”“Yes, Mistress Aingeal!” gasped Greta.“Uh-huh,” I panted, my thrusts reaching a fever pitch. I panted, my eyes fluttering. I rammed forward with all my might. The toy shifted inside of me. I threw back my head. My wings fluttered hard and fast. Air swirled around my ass as the orgasm exploded. My orgasm spasmed through my body. I drove deep. I didn't mean to make you mad." You didn't, sweetie. I do this for the money and I've got to get to my other job. If I'm late for the lunch shift, I'll get fired."Stevie was frantic. "Goldie, I don't have ten bucks. You know that I can't pay you until Mr. McPherson pays me for the pictures." Tough shit, sport. Pay up, we're burning daylight." Goldie, please. Maybe you could show her how to do it." He clutched his camera in his hands. "Kelly, all you need to do is relax. Goldie can show you all. His lips had been firm and moist at first, softly moving against her own. His fingers on the back of her head had gently started massaging her skull, working their way under the hair and she could feel the tingles of the gentle caress. She was surprised to feel her lips open first and her tongue to brush against his lips. She had heard of french kissing but had not had a chance to try it before.Hiram had let his mouth open too and his tongue came out to play with her own. She found herself. He kissed her and reached down for himself, and as the tip of his cock touched her ass she laid her head down on the bed and watched him. Her eyebrows went up as he pushed the head of his cock past the first resistance, and then, twining his fingers tight in her hair, he pushed himself the rest of the way into her in one long, slow stroke. Watching him, her face crumpled and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Her mouth came open and she gave a long slow moan, breathing heavily. He.