He sipped his drink and his free hand was massaging the bulge in his pants. But the ‘oh, my god’ reaction was how he was framed in my vision. I saw him framed between my spread knees and thighs, my heaving breasts, and my hands stroking vigorously at my dripping pussy.With his eyes on mine, I gasped out to him, “Yours, Sir … all yours …” My head dropped back to the top of the table, my butt raised up as my hand jammed three fingers into my pussy and curled one up to contract my g-spot. I exploded and cried out.It was minutes before I finally opened my eyes, again. My breathing still ragged…
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