?Yes....but....?, she didn't know what to say. He was being so gentle with her that she didn't dare to question his intentions by reminding him again...that her knees were in pain. She squirmed to shift her weight. It was only then that she was able to realise how wet she had gotten. Being on her knees like that, not daring to move had caused her juices to collect in the folds of her labia. The simple shift of her weight had separated them just long enough to release a near torrent of fluid. And up. And, filling him with gratitude and joy, back down again. Gradually accelerating, maybe, but still real slow, real intimate, real close. Skin whispering to skin — ok, there was a condom there somewhere, but all the pressure, all the heartbeats, all the trembling, all the veins and muscles were really real, filling his heart with joy, constantly reminding his nipples to stay firm. Slowly, the speed of her motions increased, like ripples on the sea responding to a rising wind. He recalled. ’ I was so gagged that it was hard to make any sound, but I could feel my body coiling in preparation. The camera man moved so I could lick on his large nut sack while he drizzled thin pre-com onto my forehead. I was thrashing and coming and the two women were assuring me that I was a whore. I felt my body climax but I was unable to cry out. My pussy was squirting all over the butch’s hand and she was ye-hawing like a cowboy. When my climax was complete she pulled her hand out of me, but I was. His cock is fully erect and gushing gallons of precum, he strokes it, tenderly at first, but picks up speed as his sons cries fill the room. Mmm, it tastes so good! the man cries, stopping only to catch his breath and finger the boys hole. Damn right it is, the boy shouts, now keep licking! The boy turns his head and eyes his fathers work. The fathers moustache scrapes the boys slick hole and they boy giggles in spite of himself. Soon the boy tires of this teasing and orders his father to.