instant and extreme.
Once she sits down in a chair at the kitchen table Mandy asks, “So? What do you think of my new digs, teach?” Christy stands just behind her and to one side, eyes down in a submissive posture.
Mrs. Moran leans against the counter, arms holding her torso as if for warmth. Her face is a light red of embarrassment. “It’s very nice.”
Mandy snickers. “Yeah, it’s good to have friends.
“So how long’s it been, teach? A month?”
Cynthia licks her lips and shivers. “Twenty seven days.”
“Mommy’s little girl has been counting the days. How sweet. I guess you missed me.” Ms. Richardson’s mouth twists in a wicked smile. “Have you been using the toy I gave you?”
Her victim closes her eyes and a bigger shiver passes through her. “Every day, like you ordered.”
I can see Christy’s skin flush a little and she rocks on her feet. Her ass clenches. I guess this is a game played before. One that all the participants enjoy.
“But you only come once, on Sundays, the Lord’s Day, right?” Mandy asks with mild contempt in her voice.
Shame crosses the face of the femme leaning on the counter. Her eyes also slit in pleasure at a sweet memory. She nods her head in confirmation.
“You must be just gagging for it now, aren’t you?” presses Ms. Richardson.
Cynthia’s lips part in a silent gasp. Her nod is barely noticeable. She squeezes her eyes shut and I suspect that if I were closer, I would see tears would glisten at the edges of them.
Mandy picks her lovers with skill. So far all are rent between intense humiliation and just as extreme lust. That must make for an fascinating melange of emotions.
“Well,” announces Mandy, “mommy’s little girl has been good. So she gets a treat.
“Bitch,” she orders, turning her head in Christy’s direction, “get naked and loosen my little girl up. She needs to be relaxed before she gets her reward.”
Without a word, Christy sheds her garb and pads on bare feet to Mrs. Moran. In an instant they’re in each other’s arms and their mouths are working ravenously. I can see Cynthia squeezing the nude woman’s ass, all hesitation gone from her now.
“Enough!” orders Mandy. “Get my little girl out of her clothes, bitch.”
Christy’s hands move to the buttons of the plum blouse. She plucks them loose quickly and pulls the garment open. Cynthia’s large breasts appear, shoved up and displayed by a black underwire bra. The panting blonde undoes the front hook and the luscious orbs fall free, jiggling with the deep, rapid breaths of the chest they rise from. Mrs. Moran shrugs her shoulders back and her upper garments fall from her. Christy pulls the shirt free and both pieces of clothing hit the counter.
A babbling moan sounds from both women as the blonde takes one of her dark haired playmate’s nipples in her lips. Cynthia’s eyes roll back, her mouth opens and closes as bliss runs out from her sensitive peak.
“Hurry it up!” Mandy demands. “I’m not waiting all night.”
Christy’s shaking hands pull down t he zipper of Mrs. Moran's black skirt. Kneeling, she draws the soft fabric over silk encased legs. Mrs. Moran’s mound is full, meaty and shaved bare. I can see it glisten and trails of her lubrication have run down her thighs, soaking the tops of her hold up stockings.
Mandy coos at the erotic sight. “I see mommy’s little girl has gotten tired of washing her panties.” She laughs softly.
Cynthia’s reaction is again mixed. Her face quirks with a mixture of debasement and passion. Then her eyes start and her mouth gapes as Christy places her lips on the older femme’s wet womanhood and starts to work. Random moans, grunts and sighs tremble from Mrs. Moran. They grow louder as the golden blonde plays with her. The standing woman’s hands wrap in the yellow mane between her legs and pull that tireless mouth close.
Mrs. Moran screams as she falls over the edge. The shout is shrill and piercing,
Once she sits down in a chair at the kitchen table Mandy asks, “So? What do you think of my new digs, teach?” Christy stands just behind her and to one side, eyes down in a submissive posture.
Mrs. Moran leans against the counter, arms holding her torso as if for warmth. Her face is a light red of embarrassment. “It’s very nice.”
Mandy snickers. “Yeah, it’s good to have friends.
“So how long’s it been, teach? A month?”
Cynthia licks her lips and shivers. “Twenty seven days.”
“Mommy’s little girl has been counting the days. How sweet. I guess you missed me.” Ms. Richardson’s mouth twists in a wicked smile. “Have you been using the toy I gave you?”
Her victim closes her eyes and a bigger shiver passes through her. “Every day, like you ordered.”
I can see Christy’s skin flush a little and she rocks on her feet. Her ass clenches. I guess this is a game played before. One that all the participants enjoy.
“But you only come once, on Sundays, the Lord’s Day, right?” Mandy asks with mild contempt in her voice.
Shame crosses the face of the femme leaning on the counter. Her eyes also slit in pleasure at a sweet memory. She nods her head in confirmation.
“You must be just gagging for it now, aren’t you?” presses Ms. Richardson.
Cynthia’s lips part in a silent gasp. Her nod is barely noticeable. She squeezes her eyes shut and I suspect that if I were closer, I would see tears would glisten at the edges of them.
Mandy picks her lovers with skill. So far all are rent between intense humiliation and just as extreme lust. That must make for an fascinating melange of emotions.
“Well,” announces Mandy, “mommy’s little girl has been good. So she gets a treat.
“Bitch,” she orders, turning her head in Christy’s direction, “get naked and loosen my little girl up. She needs to be relaxed before she gets her reward.”
Without a word, Christy sheds her garb and pads on bare feet to Mrs. Moran. In an instant they’re in each other’s arms and their mouths are working ravenously. I can see Cynthia squeezing the nude woman’s ass, all hesitation gone from her now.
“Enough!” orders Mandy. “Get my little girl out of her clothes, bitch.”
Christy’s hands move to the buttons of the plum blouse. She plucks them loose quickly and pulls the garment open. Cynthia’s large breasts appear, shoved up and displayed by a black underwire bra. The panting blonde undoes the front hook and the luscious orbs fall free, jiggling with the deep, rapid breaths of the chest they rise from. Mrs. Moran shrugs her shoulders back and her upper garments fall from her. Christy pulls the shirt free and both pieces of clothing hit the counter.
A babbling moan sounds from both women as the blonde takes one of her dark haired playmate’s nipples in her lips. Cynthia’s eyes roll back, her mouth opens and closes as bliss runs out from her sensitive peak.
“Hurry it up!” Mandy demands. “I’m not waiting all night.”
Christy’s shaking hands pull down t he zipper of Mrs. Moran's black skirt. Kneeling, she draws the soft fabric over silk encased legs. Mrs. Moran’s mound is full, meaty and shaved bare. I can see it glisten and trails of her lubrication have run down her thighs, soaking the tops of her hold up stockings.
Mandy coos at the erotic sight. “I see mommy’s little girl has gotten tired of washing her panties.” She laughs softly.
Cynthia’s reaction is again mixed. Her face quirks with a mixture of debasement and passion. Then her eyes start and her mouth gapes as Christy places her lips on the older femme’s wet womanhood and starts to work. Random moans, grunts and sighs tremble from Mrs. Moran. They grow louder as the golden blonde plays with her. The standing woman’s hands wrap in the yellow mane between her legs and pull that tireless mouth close.
Mrs. Moran screams as she falls over the edge. The shout is shrill and piercing,
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