I stopped licking her pussy and instead took two of my fingers and rammed them into her pussy."Fuckin' hell.You know i am close to coming"."Oh yes.And...i want to make sure you come hard".I rammed my fingers in and out of her wet pussy as hard and fast as i could whilst rubbing her clit with my thumb."Fuck that turns me on.My husband never makes me this wet".After a few more thrusts of my fingers into her pussy she began to buck wildly.As i pulled my fingers out of her wet pussy she. Still I hesitate. Another slap. "Suck my cock, whore." I am truly pissed. I am not as much the masochist as he wants me to be, as his slut. I love what he gives me. It is not until he forces his cock into my mouth, sliding it down my throat and gagging me. That I feel my pussy flush with heat and spasm. I felt excited to be kneeling, yes. The act of being forced, his cock ramming my throat, making me choke. My pussy clenches hard. So hard. I grab his legs to push him back, but then he slides. Releasing it, I whispered into her ear.“You want me to fuck you?”Emily nodded, as she did so her bum stroked my cock and her breasts beat against the shower room wall.Seconds later I heard her moan.“Fuck me hard, please.”I levelled my cock and fucked it into her, savouring every moment of its travel inside her waiting honey pot. And what a lovely honey pot it was; smooth as velvet, warm and surprisingly tight. Her lustful moans were enough to bring me off the second I entered her and I felt. ..”“I’ll make you a deal, Daphne,” She smirked while she woke and fingered through the phone. “I think you came here to get gangbanged, and we’ll grant your wish today.” Mallory paused and looked up. She stifled a smirk when she saw Daphne’s resolve was weakening. The pixie blonde’s face quivered on the verge of tears and defeat. Mallory almost felt sorry for her—almost. Her eyes returned to the screen. She gripped in her palm. “If I go through this phone and I find no futanari porn, that will.