His hand sped up. The wet fapping sound was almost as loud as my panting.The woman stuck her fingers inside me. I gasped in surprise, then immediately...began to moan when she put her mouth back on my clit. She fingered me. Her thrusts were hard and fast. It was rough, rough enough to hurt. Yet, her tongue fluttered as delicate as a hummingbird’s wings. The pace of her licks matched how fast she finger fucked me.She scissored her fingers inside me while she sucked on my clit like it was a tit.. She looked around the small room and gathered her little gold plated hairbrush and mirror. She carefully placed them inside the bag. She took the beautiful night gown her auntie made, out of the bureau drawer and carefully folded it and tucked it too inside along with her few blouses and skirts along with her bottle of perfume, a shawl and another pair of sandals, also a small brass crucifix from her grandmother's coffin and her rosary beads. It all went in. Oh, and also her little wooden box. Jocelyn gave me a smile of encouragement and admiration. I returned it, full of love and pride in my partner. Milton was looking at me with an innocent wonder that held no embarrassment for either of us. And wow, I looked back at him. No wonder he'd practically leapt up the mountain. His lean, black form had looked good dressed. Now I could see the structure that produced that energy. Pure muscle, and a masculinity that…well, I can't honestly swear that my look was entirely innocent. But I. I can feel his eyes scanning over me, from my Louboutin stilettos, working upwards to my stockings, black lacy panties, my corset and then to my blow-job, red lips. I can feel his breath on my neck as he inhales my scent and it's taking me all my might not to push forward and feel his lips kiss me. I hear him move and the chest next to the table has been opened, seconds later I feel something pushing at my mouth. "Open up, be a good girl," he whispers. I know better than to deny his commands..