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Knowing one's place
Date: 2/25/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: 0Curious, Rating: , Source: LushStories
fantasies, and yet... Miss Montsarde could see the desire in Amy and smiled to herself; she was enjoying her new play things. "Amee, rub yourself along Monsieur 'enley's cock. Let the 'ead run along your wet lips," she said, emphasising the word wet. Amy looked up at her employer, and then looked quickly away, embarrassed that her excitement had been so easily detected and remembered the endurance of the woman they had observed the previous day. As the images flashed through her mind she felt the droplets evacuate from her inner recesses to slicken her silky, sensitive folds. She lowered herself gently and gratefully. Making contact with his inflamed rod, a guttural noise emanated from her mouth in willing acceptance of her role. Graham shuddered and attempted to push himself into her. "Monsieur, I am in control 'ere and you will refrain yourself!" Miss Montsarde chastised him. As her arm, with an open hand, arched back Amy instinctively bucked backwards and fell back onto Mr Henley's legs. Camille's hand slapped down hard on his inflamed muscle, sending his fuck juices flying across the floor and causing him to yelp. He was now twisting and turning in anguish, desperate to slake his thirst. "Open your mouth 'enley," she demanded and he numbly complied to her instruction. As if on queue there was a subtle movement of Miss Montsarde's lips, followed by a stream of warm, clear liquid that emptied itself in a stream over Graham Henley's twitching body. She sighed in pleasure ...