“Yeah, Hannah?” he replied.“I was wondering ... oh man, this is going to sound weird.”“No, say it,” he said. Say it. Say it, Hannah. Say i....“I was thinking ... would it help if I masturbated as well?”“Yes,” he said, and I felt a surge of pleasure. It would definitely help. I was helping my brother. That’s why I was here. I was here to help my brother.“Great,” I said, as casually as I could, and slipped my hand into my already-soaked panties.Without even meaning to, I found my rhythm matching my. "Sit, please." She closed the door while the maid perched on one of the delicate embroidered chairs. "I overheard you speaking to the butler just now in the courtyard," she said. The maid's eyes widened and her ruddy cheeks grew redder. "I want you to tell me about the other girls that have been here." "Well...." She looked at Anya a little fearfully. "They seemed nice enough." "Were they official workers or freelancers?" "A bit of both, I think," the maid said. Anya chewed her lip. Then, at. She began to move, to match his strokes, pushing back as he pushed forward.She cried out as he humped into her, his pelvis smacking against her buttocks. He was planted deep inside her and she still pushed back.“Horny white bitch,” he said, “tell me you want it.”“No…please,” she tried to say, wanted to say. But then he humped into her again and all she could say was “Yes,” as her body trembled and her orgasm ripped through her body.The dam wall was broken, he carried on fucking her, driving. He felt the weight on the bed shift about ten minutes later and when he opened his eyes DeeDee was just beginning to straddle his head and, directly above his eyes, he could see her dripping pussy begin to descend to his face."Eat me," was all she said."What?" Eat me." Are you sure, DeeDee?" EAT ME!" she screamed at him, grinding her pussy down onto his mouth. She also reached between her legs and pulled herself open, exposing the deep pink inside her to his eyes, before she settled on his.