"Does Michael like mummy's cunt?" Yeah," Michael replied as he rubbed his throbbing penis through his trousers."Want to wank for mummy?"Michael nodded...as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped, slipping his trousers off to the ground as Leigh began to gyrate before him, massaging her breasts and brushing over her tight torso. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil and began to rub it into her skin as she watched his briefs also slip to the ground. The familiar thick and. ‘Much better.’There was a pause and I knew they were gazing at me, eyes on my breasts, my arched torso, my cunt completely on display between my spread legs. A lazy hand came down from above and started teasing one of my nipples, stroking, pinching, rubbing, twisting… It was as though he knew exactly what to do to turn me on the most, and I heard myself mostly, begging almost, saying ‘yes… yes… yes…’ over and over again, my mouth opening wide and my hips pumping unbidden, desperate for. Now, I read a lot of smut and you read about this crap all the time. CONVENIENTLY nobody noticed, and I thought that was just a trope. Everyone was either in their own world or didn't care. As this realization struck, he started to rub my ass and where my pussy was through my leggings.The Nymph in me kept me from clocking the fucker or screaming like a bitch in a horror film, and instead kinda started to notice that the dude was wearing a hoodie that he had unzipped and his cock was DEFINETLY. She began to cry of the humiliation about what she was going to do. Never in her life she had dreamt about to be forced making money as a paid whore, a prostitute. Of course she had performed much worse cheating in Gambia, but regarded it as a quite different matter because it had been she who had been in command as the paying customer during an exotic holiday fling. Her opposite role of now about to be whoring with a stranger didn't feel good. She almost regretted the whole idea. Cheating in.