I smirked against her, slipping a finger inside. She was warm and so tight. I began to find a rhythm, sucking and fucking her with a slow start. She r...tated her hips against my face. She stared at me, the eye contact making me hotter than any touch could. She stared at me with a fierce longing, ordering me silently to bring her to the sweet edge of release. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Make me cum for you, please.” Her voice took on a higher pitch as she moaned her pleasure to the ceiling. She. "That one is very special. I'll take care of her," whispered Brad just before closing the door.Brad cleaned himself up a bit, wiping off his erect dick, and then worked to stem the blood still dripping from his forehead and to stretch his bruised and battered body. There was no permanent damage, but he understood that he would be healing for several weeks, especially his welts from all those hard kicks.THE AFTERMATH"Oh Amy. My Amy. My little squirt. What have I done to you?" I… I tried to. No barrier must remain between them. As he took her hard nipples between his fingers her heart skipped, the desire ever increasing, the liquid heat forming between her legs. When he took her into his mouth the feel of his tongue teasing her nipple, of him sucking on her breast, filled her with ever more hot desire. She was beginning to become impatient, wanting to touch as he touched her.. wanting to please him as he pleased her. As once again he lifted his head and kissed her lips she moved. Her nose settled in against Tracy’s mound. Her tongue plunging inside. Tracy couldn’t help but think back to so many years before—on the tractor. Their first time. The first time she’d kissed Heather. The first time she’d felt Heather’s tongue flick across her clit. As she had the memory, the sensation became real as Heather’s tongue danced back and forth against her knob. Tracy cooed softly. She’d needed this all night. Heather worked her tongue like the expert she had become over the course.