You’re soaking I can tell, I peak my tongue out for a quick taste. Your knees go weak, I hook your right leg over my shoulder, my hands now on your ...legs helping to keep you up. Your hands are in my hair again, nails scratching my scalp, pulling my mouth closer to your juicy pussy. I slowly run my tongue through your dripping slit, savoring the taste, flicking your clit as I go. Your hips buck, I push on your stomach to keep you in place, my tongue finds your hole. Teasingly I go round in. I found it odd that she was taking a shower at around 3am. I wondered if I should join her, just fantasizing of course. I got hard and began to slowly rub myself. Master must of been watching, since my cam was always on, and he messaged me. He asked what I was doing, I felt ashamed getting caught. I explained the odd behavior of Margaret taking a shower at the hour. Master asked about my feelings for Margaret, they were nothing more than pure lust with no expectations for a relationship. He. His he ripped. I was gutted because it was my favourite top on him but I could easily get him another no problem. Chris wasn’t too heavy so I rolled him over and lay on top of him, I hope I wasn’t crushing him with my weight so I sat up. His hands grabbed my breasts squeezing them. My bra I had taken off many times with one hand and it slipped off. Looking down at him I could see the surprise in his eyes of my 42D breasts dancing in his face. He reached up and grabbed my back bringing me back. He growls out his pleasure—pounds that pussy. Sally’s legs are up in the air, and she is gripping his ass, while he humps like crazy, driving in and out of that sweet pussy and she grunts lustily with each thrust of Dutch’s cock. For my part, I had been videoing the two of them from various angles, pausing to jack on my dick—a couple of times sitting down to sip some bourbon and watch. But as Dutch falls flat onto his woman, spent and gasping, Sally patting his ass, congratulating her man on.