Isobelle half- crawls across the coarse carpet, enjoying the burn on her knees, the feel of a breeze on her lush pussy. She' s heavy with juice, ready... Isobelle listens to her breath, how it changes. At last, she hauls herself up on her haunches, circling her ample breasts with the palm of only one hand. The other nestles in her desperate folds, building towards her release. On the train the following morning Ezra is nowhere. Isobelle finds herself searching. He appears as usual on the. ’’Obviously wanting to know every little thing, Janice asked then, “So what’s the stuff on your knickers between your legs?’’All three of us appeared to be thoroughly enjoying ourselves as May replied, “That’s my love juice, my pussy gets wet when I play with myself or if I let a boy play with me.”’After a few moments thinking about that, Janice really amazed us by telling us, ‘’Oh, I know now, I touched myself through my knickers once and, after a little while, I felt them getting wet but as I. His cock was hard, beading with pre-cum, and hovered right before my lips, I ran my tongue across them in anticipation. Master, Im so sorry! I moaned. Good! he grinned, his blue eyes burning with lust. Then he roughly shoved my head down, impaling my mouth on his cock. Smack! I could only moan around the shaft pistoning roughly into my mouth. Master fucked my face like a wild stallion. His cock shoved painfully down my throat as Mistress rained blow after blow upon my ass. God, I fucking needed. . You can still taste daddy's cum all over the inside of your little, overworked, slut mouth...Daddy comes over to you, and says that you look like a mess, clearly sounding like I'm enjoying seeing you in your current state. You're still too dazed to answer, but I can see the smile of a very content and pleased little slut. Daddy bends down, grabs you and gently throw you over one of my big shoulders, like you weigh nearly nothing at all. You're then carried to the bathroom, where you are.