“Try two”Her pussy opened up as my two fingers pushed in to her fat wet glistening lips and they sucked around my fingers “That’s it, no...w a little faster”I could not believe what I was doing, auntie Kim lay on the sofa with her legs wide apart while I knelt in between them, and finger fucked her. Her slit was pink and long and she was really rubbing herself hard at the top of it.Kim’s other hand held my wrist again and speeded up the fucking action in to her pussy. She was getting carried. He’d have a couple light beers and then switch to Diet Coke. It took them about a half hour to get there. The club was dark inside with strobe lights flashing and music pounding. The place was only about half-full, so they took a table close to the stage and runway, which the long bar curved around. There was a cute black girl with a bubble butt grinding upside-down on a pole not ten feet in front of them. Another caramel cutie appeared out of thin air at their table and they proceeded to order. Since Mark remained hard, I continued sucking with a similar result a few minutes later. Thats five. My mouth was tired, and I rolled off, onto my back. Sucking on Mark had rekindled my desires, and I lay there with my legs spread, hoping Mark would use either his cock or his fingers to give me some relief. I questioned his cocks ability to do much more. Mark had other ideas. He positioned himself between my legs as I had with him, and lowered his head until his lips were near my pussy. I. Her attendant preistess had watched her. After the course of two weeks, the preistess had indeed dug into her flesh with that whip a hundred times for every tear she had shed, and she had not shed a single tear since then.She and Syne were on their knees now, two Monks of Torture infront of them, each holding a red-hot wand. Presently, one spoke, his soft, evil voice clawing at the shreds of Elise' sanity."You've been to the Altar of Gratified Flesh once before, have you not?" his voice hissed.