My pussy is wet, and the feeling of the cold air mixed with the heat of my desire is a fantastic mixture. His eyes were greedy. I look briefly at Simon, who gives me a knowing and slightly reprimanding smile. Simon wasn’t going to make it that easy for me. I can resist. “Lassie, Mistress,” the woman replies in a voice that is quite deep for her body, and nobody laughs. She heaves with delight and moans as the others watch. Oriana slides off Cal’s cock and grabs her silk robe as she stands up. But as it turns out, I’m not prepared for it. “Today, you call me Mistress, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress”, I want to say, but she sticks her fingers in my mouth and opens it with them. His eyes literally devour Oriana’s nipples, and she enjoys the attention. Desire? He holds her down and drinks from her, not allowing her to move up and down on his cock, which she vigorously tries to do.
