"All she could hear was a muffled, "Uh-huh," as Jack was too busy eating her.With every flick of his tongue her body quivered in response. Natasha con...inued watching him, as she reached down, grabbed a nipple in each hand, and began rolling and pinching them. After a few seconds she brought one to her mouth, licked if, sucked it into her mouth and then held it between her teeth and bit it.Jack had looked up to watch Natasha's reaction. When he saw that she was tantalizing her own nipple, he. She practices using the metal claws, barely scrapping them over my skin, raising major goosebumps. “Tonight, I’m going to draw real blood, pet. Not a lot, say about as much as if I whipped you, but enough to show. Perhaps, if the audience likes your performance tonight, I really will whip you. Would you like that, pet?”My mouth dry, I close my eyes and whimper, “Please, Mistress…”“I thought as much. Then, after mauling you, I’m going to mount you…like this.”She quickly moves Her body over mine,. A trembling, slim-waisted blonde facing him, tits bouncing softly beneath an unbuttoned white men’s shirt as she rocked her clit back and forth against the Mercedes’ tongue. The hungry, eager brunette with her thighs clenched around his hips, pussy gushing down to lubricate the tight, hot pucker of her ass that the tip of Cas’ cock was currently pressed firm against.If there were one rule of Cas’ life, it was that anything that seemed too good to be true probably was-- and the display of. Clearly, she didn't want to leave me either, and that made me feel a little bit better. At least I wasn't that bad in bed. "Would you like to come with me?"The look I gave her was one of bewilderment and uncertainty. I had given up going to church when I was in middle school. My folks went some when I was little, but after mom died, dad never went back except on Christmas Eve and Easter. I called myself a Presbyterian, but in truth, sleeping off Saturday night's excitement was more interesting.