She broke away from me then, went and sat on the edge of the bed, and then slid down until she was sitting on the floor with her legs spread and her back against the bed. “Oh,” she said, “Oh, God, that’s good,” as she pushed her pussy against my fingers. I had taken her nipple between my fingers, squeezing it to make it even harder, when she suddenly stepped away from me. “Aaaah,” she said, “Ah, ah, ah,” in time with her strokes against my hand. “Ohhhh,” she started to moan, “Oh, that’s good.”
She was so wet that I easily slipped a third finger into her, then a fourth. The other women at the dinner would probably know what that drop was, but I wondered what the men would think. I slipped a finger inside her lips, then rubbing two fingers along between her hole and her clit, I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth.
