“Do I have to take over?” Licking her lips, Zoey sucks on her fingers and soaks them in spittle. Her other hand peels apart her engorged labia, br...azenly exposing herself. Nimble fingers scuttle through her folds beneath her staring, hungry eyes. She teases slowly around her clit, moaning to herself, and then rolls her fingers slowly inside, raising her hips to meet the intrusion. The room echoes with the guttural, primal moans from her immediate, incessant finger-fucking. I’m simply watching. You push back against my face as well as grab my hair to get my tongue as deep as you can, grinding your hips as you moan. After a little bit, I stop, pull your panties back up, pull off my shirt and underwear and get on top, grinding my hard cock on your ass and those sexy smooth panties. Kissing and biting your neck and shoulders while I push my hard on against your ass. You begin to beg for me to fuck you. But I'm not ready.I roll over onto my back, you know exactly what you have to do and. He had his hand on his pecker and was wearing girl’s panties. He knew he just masturbated and felt incredibly humiliated and yet he didn’t know why.Luke could not reconcile the feelings of shame and embarrassment with the fact he felt compelled to take these actions. He had accepted that the mind control tea he gave his sisters didn’t work. He assumed that he was easily suggestible because he continued doing his sister’s bidding until Manny told him it was a placebo. Yet, this was different. He. ‘Lay down on the bench. Maybe I can help.’ Spence complied and Joan gripped and ungripped his calf muscles, encouraging more blood circulation. ‘Any better?’ ‘Not yet.’ Joan gripped and squeezed his butt muscles through his shorts. She took off his sneakers and rolled his toes and arches. Spence felt the cramps ease somewhat. ‘That’s a little better’ he said. Joan worked Spence’s legs some more. She had him sit on the bench with his legs flat out in front. She sat behind him, mashing her.