Beth went to her room to shower, her pussy leakage glistening on her gash and thighs, my gaze followed her ass, thinking, ‘I’m sure gonna get myself some more of that wild little pussy before she leaves’. Anne slumped forward and rolled weakly onto her back, gasping as Ben proceeded to lap her leaking cunt and slimy thighs, “but you don’t clean your mess up after like he does!” she grinned, wincing as his tongue slathered over her tender swollen clit. I stroked her drooling gash, “you know the commands” I said quietly. I slid my fingers a little lower then in, just above her twitching starfish, and glided upwards, craning my head forward I could see her tight cunt in the flickering fire light, her loose gaping panty legs giving me a cock flexing view of her tight smooth labia, a glint of moisture at her hole, a shadow coming from the barn. Cindy and Di knelt either side of Beth and stroked her back, their actions seemingly reviving her from the stupor as she grunted and weakly managed to get firstly her elbows then her arms under her and raise her body to horizontal, swaying a little.
