Asked Chantelle staring at the video
“When you tell me to, Mistress Chantelle.” I answered hoping for her permission. “You did very good today, Lizzie, I know Chantelle is convinced and she always gets her way. A flood of her warm tangy-sweet juices coated my tongue and cheeks. I can’t wait till Sunday…”
“Damn Lizzie, look how you grab that cock. Taisha was gently caressing my thighs with her hands as her warmth permeated my back side. After hearing the name you use for Tai, I’m a little jealous. I would only get in the way. I reached down and gabbed the dildo and held it in place as I rubbed the tip between my labia. I tried to recall how long I was asleep and had no idea. “You really are a little slut, aren’t you?” She looked at me in wonderment and when I gazed into those eyes, I let out a high-pitched moan with my mouth hung open. My hips rocked faster and faster, and the one syllable grunts began again. “Oh, God, I, huh! Taisha forced me over the table by the ponytail and held on as she pushed the dildo against my steaming cunt and flipped on the vibrator.
