Her movements grew more frantic, her cunt grinding against Faith's mouth and chin and nose as her passion mounted. Faith hung on to the clitoris griml... - there was little else she could do. Her mouth ached, her neck ached, her head ached. The girl rode her face to a shuddering climax, clutching Faith's hair painfully, clamping Faith's head between her athletic thighs and dribbling hot, sticky fluid into Faith's mouth. Faith was forced to swallow. The fluid burnt its way down her throat. Faith. ..hmmm, shall we say...against you, not with you, if you catch my drift. So where the one motion was like a delicious tongue, this time when I pump more air into the leather, your soppy, wet, nasty, crusty cunt is going to be whipped incessantly till there's no more of anything left - and it won't stop, you know, until I make it!!" As I start the medieval torture device, I bend down to whisper, "Now precious, I'll be good and won't make it hurt...too fast...too soon. I have to go back upstairs. Several drops of creamy moisture pooled on the tip of my cock and I ran my finger thru it before bringing it to my tongue. As I savored the taste of my hot creamy cum I was immediately jotted out of my bliss and back to reality by an unexpected sound – ‘CLICK!’ I immediately spun around to see what the clicking noise was, finger still at the tip of my lips. ‘CLICK!’ the sound was repeated followed by an all too familiar voice. ‘How does that taste panty boy?’ the voice said. My heart about. She looked down at me, relishing at the expression on my face, knowing that she was turning me on. She began to slowly twerk on me. I was transfixed watching Debi’s bouncing boobs. She picked up the pace until she was bucking me as fast as she could for 2 to 3 minutes. When she grinded to a halt, our crotches were soaked from her juices. Debi leaned forward on outstretched arms, her tits pressing into my chest. Once again, she gave me a soulful kiss as if to thank me for bringing her pleasure..