Our three guests watched in silence. She’s almost putty in my hands, too. But a plan was forming in my head. Allison groaned but, as her mouth widened with lust, I shoved my cock in it. As always, her beauty took my breath away. “Is it really?” asked Trent. “All fours, please.” She looked at me, and got down on her hands and knees. Her tears poured onto my face and shoulder as I held her limp body. Telling her how much I loved her, how proud I was of her, how she is my good girl… she kissed me hard, passionately. “Furthermore, she is my boss and very sweet and she’s not the whore you say she is. Ask me.”
Stacy straightened up, then looked at David, and back at me. I could smell Allison’s pussy; her arousal very evident as she ground herself slowly on the arm of the couch.
