Madam's fingers don't stop or slow, they just become more rigid as they flex inside Ashley's vagina. Pressing against her most sensitive erogenous are...s and making them suffer with pleasure. "But I wouldn't get them off. No. I'd let them swallow my beautiful fucking cream and then I'd chain them to the floor, dying to cum." Ashley begins to hyperventilate. Her mind is lost and dizzy. She can't remember where she is anymore. She just feels the growing surge of energy building from inside her. She felt the slight pull at her calves.She prayed. She murmured long forgotten little girl's words. "Avé Marie, plein de grace..." She prayed to hold on to her newfound courage. She prayed to ignore the screaming fear behind her eyes. Most of all she prayed to be wrong for once in her life.The dark hallway stretched out before her. She had made it out of the elevator. Now she felt her feet sink into the rug. Suite 2301, she remembered. Penthouse, sans doute. Posh penthouse, sans doute.. Drinking it. Being taken. Used.I held myself there on the precipice, body shaking, awash with natural chemical flotsam. I prolonged the beautiful agony as long as I could, fighting my mind as a flicker book of imagery depicted me drinking boiling cum from pricks large and larger, that split my lips and temporarily took away my air in the most beautifully dirty manner imaginable. Letting the unctuous fluid slide down my throat, infecting me, almost becoming my lifeblood.Close.So very, very. Next thing I knew my shirt was on the floor and my shorts and boxers were slowly getting pulled off me. By this time my dick was hard and she grabbed it squeezing a little and I flinched. She looked up and smiled at me and giggled. I reached down and grabbed her, brought her up to me, and kissed her. All I could say was“you too sis, I love you too.”Hearing those words escape my mouth she started going down and when she reached my did she licked the head, I inhaled really slowly and deeply. Then.