Jiya stood up and turned around inspecting the work that she had just done. She was an artist, an sculpture critiquing her own work. Was the thickness... uniform? Was the texture perfect? Was the color of her shit good enough for such an art work? Could she have rotated her ass a little faster while the shit fell on Mansi to do a better shape? Could she have kept the logs inside her for a longer duration? She was making mental notes of all these finer things. She took a finger in her mouth,. And then you feel my tummy trembling, my breathe becomes ragged and my leg gets tight around you. You move your tongue and fingers faster. I bite my lip to keep from crying out but still a muffled moan that borders on a small scream escapes as you push me over the edge and I crash into orgasm.You feel a rush of wetness inside me and continue to fuck me on the conference room table, flicking my almost painfully sensitive clit now. I hold on to my breast with one hand and the edge of the table. I slowly start or rub my whole hand up and down your pussy gently at first then slowly faster and stronger, as you start to really get into it you start to grind against my hand, you flex your hips and as soon as you do my hand pulls away and slaps your lips again, you gasp, i start to rub your pussy again, this time you feel my thumb slide inside you as my fingers start massage you clit, I start pressing harder and faster as you start to press harder against my hand, you are panting and. I was instantly wet and glad that I had come. I don’t remember moving but there I was on my knees between his legs with my right hand on his hard cock and my mouth sliding up and down his shaft. I heard the other two cheer me on which only encouraged me. I was starting to get used to seeing different cocks and I have since found that I enjoy the variety. When I walk down the street I find myself imagining what kind of cock each man that I pass possesses. Some are short, some are long, some.