I was on the verge of an orgasm, and he knew it. One final crack across both of my cheeks and he thrust his hand between my legs, three of his fingers...sliding easily into my drenched pussy. He pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in and that was all that it took to throw me over the edge. Practically screaming as I came, my body twitched uncontrollably as I spasmed around his hand. Because I was being so loud, I failed to hear the door to the hotel room open and footsteps pad across the. It was more anger and desperation than epiphany that drove him through the heavy front door that opened easily against his weight. Once inside, the opulence of the house's interior was lost on him as he blindly invaded room after room, ready to claim his wife at the instanthe caught sight of her. Pausing at the sweeping stairs leading to the second story, he looked up into the darkness, listening for the slightest whisper, a single footstep, any clue that might lead him to his first and final. He seemed almost continually erect! Certainly, he had no difficulty fucking me to orgasm, climaxing himself and then very soon after fucking me again, or Sara, if she was with us, with the same result. Despite the risk I was not about to give him up.Thinking about Timmy and his cock increased my arousal and I slowly pushed the vibe into my cunt increasing the vibration as I did. I felt my orgasm begin to build and then surge through me. Hopefully, I thought, that will take the edge of my. "Open your mouth," she says, lifting her fingers out of the bowl. Ashley, feeling helpless and hungry, obeys quickly. Mistress places her fingers onto Ashley's tongue. Ashley's mouth waters and her hunger jumps at the chance to be satiated. She can't help herself and closes her mouth and sucks all of the yogurt from Mistress' messy fingers. When there is nothing left on them, Ashley moans with gratitude and opens her mouth back up. "More?" Mistress asks. "Yes please, Mistress." Ashley's eyes.