Ignoring movement in the room she continued sucking at her master’s dick. Tasting his pre come and feeling his urgent movements from his hips, she c...limbed up onto his body As she did so, she looked around the room to try and find out who had entered earlier. It was one of her masters friends, he often came round and often took part in their sexual games. He was already undressed and standing at the side of the bed. His cock already erect and his hand receiving good shaking. She stopped. My hand roams across your waist, over your ass and finally starts rubbing your legs. I do this for a while and you savor the moment... My dick is growing harder against your ass. You feel my hand in your hair and abruptly your head is jerked back to expose your neck. You're whimpering and moaning under the kisses alone. Such a needy slut already. Your panties are flooded and you're mentally begging me to at least rub over them.I continue to kiss your neck and rub your legs. Impatiently, you. You’re so big and hard,” she softly hissed, as her pussy pulsated with increasing heat, “That’s it… Honey, look up Mother’s skirt… look at my wet panties…. and I’ll will make you feel good.”She jacked her son’s cock with vigor, her tongue licking about her wet lips, her hazel eyes smoldering. She wanted to squeeze her thighs together; to relieve the quivering of her clit, she wanted to come again, but her son was enjoying the view under her skirt, so she left her thighs apart. Again, she. Greg grunted as Fiona's tongue swirled around his cock and she closed her eyes, bobbing up and down on his member. He cried out and he felt an intense warmth building.Fiona pulled Greg on top of her, and felt a thistle nestle in the small of her back, it didn't matter and she kicked off her red knickers and guided Greg into her glistening sex. She groaned the moment his cock touched her wall and he thrusted forward, her throwing her head back and sighing loudly – it had been over a week since.