I increased the pace. ‘Kara na jorat, aaohhhh, (do it fast, ohhh), ajun jorat ahhhhh ( I want more speed ahhhh), she was beyond herself now. Her low...r body was frantically moving now and leaving my head her right hand tried to search my pecker through the small gap between our bodies.Somehow she reached it and she caught hold of the throbbing tool. As she got hold of it, her body flung upwards almost a foot and held there, tightening her pussy’s walls around my fingers. A half chocked grunt. It was a bedroom-- the bed lay in front of the window-- and unlike his featureless white rooms, these walls were a rich red and decorated, in the area he could see, by some sort of tribal mask or sculpture and a wrought iron candle holder. Burton gazed idly at it, trying to make out the sculpture-- a bird? a leopard?-- when suddenly a pair of legs entered the picture, striding along the edge of the bed. He turned hurriedly away just as the blur of a female form flopped onto the bed; vaguely. "No woman would want a man with such a tiny, insignificantcock, would she Missy?" Um, no, no Ma'am," he said as he began crying in earnest."In fact, you are too small to even call it a cock," Annette continued,pushing the poor submissive boi further and further as he cried and feltcompletely humiliated and shamed by her questioning. "Your is more likea cocklette than a cock, Missy. So from now on you will call it yourlittle cocklette and never refer to it like it was a man's again, do. I looked her in the eye, “It’s too big.” “Trust me,” she said softly, pressing her warm lips against my cheek. Butcher was now standing over me, his huge cock just inches from my face. “Do it for me. Please,” Riley whispered. I could never resist her anyway, let alone after she said something like that, I’m not sure why I ever even tried. I nodded slightly and Butcher grinned down at me. Riley kissed me again and encouraged me to sit forward. I sat up as Butcher wrapped a hand around his stiff.