I tried to ask her what got her so turned on.Her pussy tasted a bit different than usual. She moaned and said she was so fucking horny right now and t... bring her to orgasm. I did my best to lick her, but she was rubbing her pussy so hard into my mouth that I had trouble getting air. Her clit was swollen and hard. I managed to insert two finger into her and suddenly I got a gush of wetness onto my face and into my mouth. I made a lot of noise while licking and trying to get air.When my wife felt. And then I reached her thong, pushing it aside and contact was made at first with the curly wisps of her pubic hair, then against her pussy lips, swollen and warm in her own state of arousal. She let out a moan of approval and I knew I had her. I gently worked my finger inside her hot little pussy hole, already soaking in her own love juices and eager to be filled.I released her hair and started playing with her little tits, rubbing at her nipples through the material, occasionally grasping her. Still sucking in breaths, Christina tried to say no again. Jordan punched her hard in the stomach again and when she bent over, he grabbed her shirt by its tail and pulled it over her head. She tried to hold onto it with her hands, but he was already unfastening her bra and pulling it down her arms to her wrists. He grabbed her hair and stood her upright, exposing her lovely white breasts for the first time. They were about a 36B and as perfect as anything he'd ever seen. She tried to bring. I smiled at him, but I didn’t say anything to him. Laura was receiving attention as well, one cupped her breast. My skin was tingling, my throat dry. I saw one of the men’s head swivel to my chest, and realised my dress had moved, allowing my breasts to spring free. I let them look, let them feel. “Whose whore are you?” One of them asked me. “Tyson owns me,” I told him defiantly, looking him straight in the eye.“Tyson, shit, sorry, we didn’t know,” he apologised. “So you wanted to fuck me, you.