I kiss him, he plucks at my lips softly and grips the back of my head. We go upstairs to fuck in the bed and he contorts me into a maze of positions. I suck him dutifully. We return downstairs to my Sir and his girl who are kissing on the counter top.
Acts and functions start to slip out of my mind from here on in. There is a moment where I am eating her and she squirts into my mouth. There is a time when he fucks me over the table. When she sits on his lap and my Sir and I watch.
I am at one point laid out flat on the table top, eaten, probed and stretched. I gush puddles of fluid underneath myself and feel ashamed. Sir tells me I'm being good. She tells me to come for her.
I sit across her face as he fucks her and we kiss. I kneel on the hard cold kitchen tiles and choke on his cock while my Sir watches and touches her cunt. Fluids and partners are exchanged. Words are pattered into sensitive ears. I am gone far away for most of it, enjoying being used and servicing our guests.
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