I could taste myself, sweet and warm, on his lips. “You do taste good.”“Let’s see how you taste,” I said, sliding beneath him as he lifted h...is hips away from the bed. I stared up at his hard cock and slid it into my mouth. It was hot to the touch and I could feel his heartbeat. He groaned, beginning to move his hips back and forth, thrusting that thick cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I arched my neck and he slid down my throat with a cry, his legs beginning to shake. I cupped his balls. I’ve missed it. So many times over the past two years I’ve sat alone and stroked myself thinking of nothing more than the taste of you on my tongue. I am so lost in how much I love eating you out that I don’t even count your orgasms. I just continue eating like a starving man who’s just had a banquet placed before them.It seems like only a minute before you slide your body down and grab my throbbing cock. You slip it inside you and begin to ride. I grab your hips and guide you as you rock. He kept trying to resist. She pulled his cock out, he was as hard as I was. He had a nice looking cut cock and thick greyish bush of pubes, average length of about 6 inches but kind of thin, like a hot dog. She stroked him fast as to make him cum so I could come back in. It only took a couple minutes and he began to cum. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and swallowed all his cum. I rattled the door knob and waited about ten seconds before I came in to give him time to recover. As I. I searched around for my discarded clothing and stumbled towards them as the other two panted behind me. I snatched up my panties and turned around to face them.“You are going to treat my mother better, yes?” I demanded of Ivana as I dressed, sliding my panties up my thighs.“Yes, Ms. Riter,” moaned the panting woman. She stared up at me with glossy, blue eyes. Her small breasts quivered. “I will.”“She's not your sex slave any longer,” I continued. “She's mine. Here at work, you have to give her.