She leans back and grins an altogether different grin. "I think that's better. Do you think that's better?" "Ye-" and she twists my nipples again, so ...ard I moan. Emma will be able to hear me, downstairs. Sam kisses me and runs her hands to the scruff of my neck, pulling it tight with her clenched fist. "I said, slavegirl, do you think that that's better?" I go to answer again and with her free hand she twists. I don't care if you can hear me, Emma. Oh, God, Emma, I'm sorry I complained about. I felt another bulb of fluid rise out of my restricted tube as she did so and she smeared it around my shaft. She pushed my length up against my belly and I could feel the slick heat of my prick as it rasped on my flesh. She continued to slowly move my cock back and forth on my own stomach which felt sensual in the extreme. Then another sensation joined that as I felt the small hot lapping of a tongue. I peeked down and saw that Stella had risen to her knees and had sunk her head to my groin.. Then she did what I totally did not expect. She spun around until her baby soft skin was pressed against me and she pulled me into a kiss. Lillian pulled away suddenly, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” she trailed off, turning red. “Do it again,” I whispered. She looked at me surprised, but I didn’t wait for an answer. I pulled her into another long, passionate kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth and allowing her to decide whether or not to give back. She did. As we kissed, I. He pulled out, and moved back over next to me. I smile at him shyly. He leans in, and kisses me softly. When he leaned back from the kiss, he sat up, and calmly and normally said, Goodnight, and walked down the hall and into his room. I sit up and look down at my soaked and cum covered legs and pussy. I smile, use a finger to scoop up some wetness/ cum mix, and lick it off my finger. I walk down the hall and into Jacks room. Hes sitting on his bed, looking at his phone. He is still covered in.