”Claire couldn’t speak, she was lost in lust. She just moaned.The Master moaned too, and stream after stream of cum shot out of him. It landed on ...er face, neck and chest. Stella’s hands moved to get the Master’s cum all over her fingers, then she started rubbing it on Claire’s tits.“Do you like that?” Stella asked, kissing Claire’s neck. “Do you like it when he cums on you? Do you like it when we touch you? Show us how much you like us, Claire.” She pinched Claire’s nipples.Claire was driven. "I love it, chew them good, aaaahhhh." Her hungry cunt clutched at his cock."I'm going to take you and fuck you silly Honey," he said."Yes, do that," she hissed back. "Take me and fuck me silly." She rose up off his cock and sat beside him. "Well are we going or am I going to fuck you again here?" Her shaved pussy was leaking sperm onto his seat. His cock was still half hard and covered with their mixed juices. Her cunt still ached with a need to be filled deep in her belly. She leaned down. She uttered a low cry at his first thrust and she pushed back against him even as she fought hard not to cum. There was not a lot of scope for her to move, she was pushed hard against the bed, her legs forced apart by his own as he knelt behind her, her arms bound behind her and gripped by him, but she tried to respond as she could, to maximise his pleasure, even as she fought against her own. He dictated the speed and ferocity with which they coupled and she found he could be infinitely gentle. In her hands she's holding a golf club."Jill, what the fuck?" Hello Johnny, you worthless piece of shit, nighty night now."Surprisingly I don't feel a thing though I do hear a loud crack as the five iron makes contact with the side of my head just above my neck. Now sinking towards the carpet and falling into blackness I can't help but think it's all for the better, it would be easier this way.They say your life flashes before your eyes when you're dying, well the last twenty four hours.