I was already worked up on my pussy for some time with my own hands before even he started on me. I was writhing and bucking my beautiful, firm and na...ed hips as he continued to work on my juicy pussy.He continued to repeat this process and, since I was already worked up before he started on me, I had my orgasm and cum rather quickly. My orgasm hit me hard. He felt my body tensed but continued his oral attention to my pussy. As my orgasm hit, I pulled his head even further into my pussy,. My wrists pulled tight, with the tangled t-shirt effectively working as a makeshift restraint. Cindy wrapped the twisted part of my shirt around my wrists and rested the loose end in the palm of my hand."Hold that. If you let go, I'll stop. Do you understand?"The way she was holding me, her perky breasts brushed against my face through her shirt. I whimpered, "Yes." Good."She sat up, slid down over my hips, and started slowly to unbutton her own shirt. Cindy's warning still fresh in memory, I. Keeping my hand on hers, I feel her toying with her labia through the silken garment. Her fingers run the length of her slit. She pauses and finds her clitoris. Her fingers flick at it gently. She resumes rubbing herself through her panties. I remove my hand from hers and watch her as she surrenders to her emotions. Totally enveloped in lust, she sucks me into her throat. Her head bobs in my lap. Her hand slides between panties and smooth flesh. She inserts fingers into her. Do you want that?’ Sophie hesitated. She’d always told herself that she only ever did it for the money. Each filmed action, often identical ones to those she’d do for free with the same co-stars away from the camera, was worth money. It was foolish not to perform when just a little bit of anal or urine made such dramatic differences to her pay packet, and took such little time to film. But the very thought of putting Michael’s penis back into her mouth, where the taste on her tongue was still.