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Duvet Day

Date: 11/10/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: angieseroticpen, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

else?” Harry looked at her as she stood just a few inches from him. He was staring at her skirt. His hand twitched under the strain of holding back. Debbie noticed. She reached down and lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist. “ Fuck, ” Harry uttered. “Is this what sir wants to see?” His hand twitched again as he restrained himself from reaching out to the naked pussy before him. “It is okay for sir to touch,” she said. “Mrs. Barclay said that I was not to withhold anything from you sir.” He reached out. His fingers rested on her plump pussy lips for a few moments as if absorbing the feel of her flesh, then as they ventured down her furrow, she parted her legs wider. “Would sir like to taste me?” she asked him as his fingers made contact with her wetness. He looked up at her. “Mrs. Barclay says sir has wonderful oral skills.” His eyes widened; surprised by that knowledge. “What else did Mrs. Barclay tell you?” he asked. She stepped over his legs so that she was sat against the edge of his desk in front of him. “Mrs. Barclay said that I could expect some wonderful orgasms from sir’s tongue.” Harry looked up at her and then pushed his chair forward. Debbie spread her legs wider and gripped the edge of his desk with her hands before pushing her groin forward. Harry gripped her hips and nestled his face between her thighs. She moaned softly at first as his tongue probed her sex; searching, delving and exploring. Harry explored and tasted. “That’s soooooo good,” she told him. ... Harry liked a grateful girl. He soon brought his fingers into play; gently inserting two fingers into her love channel he soon began to use them like a cock. Debbie’s moans were getting louder now as he used his fingers inside her and used his tongue on her clitty. She also soon had one foot on the edge his desk as she partially lay back resting on one hand and using her other hand to hold his head against her. He could feel the warmth of her juices that flooded his fingers. He could hear her moans getting more vocal and her hips began to buck and writhe. “Ooooooh fuck sir,” she cried out. Harry loved to bring a woman to orgasm with his fingers and tongue. It was always a controlled form of pleasure. Fucking a woman gave him little or no control because his own orgasm controlled the time he spent pleasuring them. He looked up at her as he pleasured her with his fingers deep inside her and his thumb rubbing her clitty; Debbie was lost in a world of carnal pleasure. “That’s it Debbie,” he told her. “Flood my fingers with your juices. Tell me when you are cumming.” “I’m cumming. I’m cumming sir ,” she cried out loudly. “That’s a good girl,” he said softly, “Cum hard for me.” An ear-piercing scream filled the room from her; Debbie had now experienced the same delights that Sioned often received. A few minutes later Debbie had composed herself and was off the desk standing at Harry’s side. He raised his fingers to her lips. “Mrs. Barclay always likes to clean afterwards.” She took ...