"You're doing well" I state, "Close your mouth. You can touch yourself now" You close your lips hard and suck me deep into your mouth, I can feel your...tongue curling around me as if youre trying to milk me. Your hands move from your thigh as you raise yourself pulling your skirt up to your waist. Your fingers grab at your knickers, pulling them to the side as you desperately push two fingers into your pussy, your other hand attacks at your clit. The sound of your arousal is suddenly loud in the. She delicately places both of her paws onto the portion outside of her mouth and holds it. I can tell she's restraining herself with me standing over p watching, so I retire to the kitchen to make myself a toasted pop-tart. After about ten minutes of standing in the kitchen nibbling on my pop-tart to give Felicia time to eat, I step into the living room to find Felicia has cleaned her plate. She's crouching to the side of her plate licking her paw. "Was it good?" I ask her hopefully. She. She grasped the front of her bra with both hands, gave it a twist, and freed her tits. Greg thrust his hips, fucking his fist as he imagined being on top of her, sucking those wonderful globes. Valerie's nipples were hard and erect, the skin of her chest flush with excitement. She licked both thumbs and lightly pinched each of her nipples, moaning as she churned her hips, seeming to match Greg's thrusting. Valerie plunged her fingers back into her dripping cunt, moaning loudly as she did so.. John was three steps into the room before he stopped, there on the floor in front of the fire was his beautiful wife. She lay on what appeared to be a bearskin rug but was actually a stuffed animal fake version. She was naked as the morning sun and blindfolded. Her legs were spread apart and leather cuffs encircled each ankle, a small spring loaded snap hook connected each cuff to a ring on another cuff, that was secured around each wrist, well one was, obviously she was unable to do the other.