We connected the zoom meeting and her hair looked even more touchable than I remembered. I checked my reflection in the smoked glass and saw it was okay. Every thrust of her pelvis strengthened my resolve to continue. Like Taisha, I was also wearing a black dress and looked myself over in the mirror. When I scooted around, she was tapping her hand on the bench next to her and when I nestled in next to her, thighs touching, she placed it on my knee and gently caressed me with her fingers. I applied some aloe cream to my overused cunt, put on some loose-fitting sweats, and even dared not to put on the white thong she required me to wear. My cum covered ass cheeks stuck to the surface as I rose. We can watch them together.”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle,” I nearly burst with excitement. “Don’t we all Lizzie,” said Chantelle. “Sit on your table where you made Tony eat your little pussy Lizzie.”
“Yes, Mistress Chantelle”, I complied eagerly.
