As I did so, she held my hand within hers. 'Or maybe you would prefer some pussy pie?' Her eyes held mine as tightly as her hand. My stomach was in a ...urmoil of desperate wanting and nervous apprehension. Then, we kissed again and the glass of wine spilled down my front.'Oh, shit!' I exclaimed.'Sshhh,' she whispered and, lowering her face to my bosom, sucked the wine from the fabric of my tee shirt. She cupped my breast with her free hand and squeezed it exploratively. I could feel the nipple. I start to cry as he stops moving his fingers altogether, bringing it to a halt and just letting it stay buried inside my warm, soaking wet pussy. My breathing is labored and I am fully aware of my body. How my heart is racing and thumping loudly in my ears, how hard my nipples are and how they are aching to be touched, licked, and sucked, how my lower back have begun to dampen a little from trying to meet Dave's fingers as they fucked my pussy, and how much I was aching to have his damn prick. I take their cock in my mouth and work it until it's ready. Honestly, this is not my favorite part. Unless a cock is actively spurting in my mouth, I would rather have it in my ass. But I do what the Johns want. When ready, I would take them to the bed and get in whatever position they liked. Open my legs. Spread my ass cheeks wide. Tell them to put on the least amount of lube to get the job done. And start pounding away. If they liked slow and soft, great. Hard and fast, awesome! I. “Please, please”. She begged him but he whispered in his husky tone, “Patience, my c***d”. His warm breath on her naked skin was making her body shake and whimper. He kept kissing her inner thighs and slowly wide opened her legs still placing torturous kisses on her thighs avoiding her pussy folds. She thrusted her hips to meet his lips but he refused to let her indulge. “Not yet my sweet c***d”, he whispered causing a shiver through her spine. He kept kissing around her pussy for more like an.