She cried out, “Yes, yes, yes,” her cries getting louder and louder, filling the room. She came. It was insanity, the balloon filled with propan..., popped with a match. If she’d had any choice, it would’ve been too much, far too intense. The yes’s turned into something more primal, a half moan and half scream, low and long and loud. Her whole body shook, the chair shook. She wanted to please him, wanted to be a good girl, so she did let go, let it rumble through her body, on and on. It. Then she looked down and as my chest almost touched her protruding, heaving breasts, she licked up the rivulets rolling down my chest. Following through, she let go of my shorts, lifting onto her bare toes and licked the moisture of my neck before biting lightly into the skin below my left ear. “Hmmmm, testosterone… yumm!” she whispered. Still standing close, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head, displaying her hard nipples standing like obelisks in the ocean of the sweat. ‘I look good, then, sir?’ I just nodded as she danced, coming closer, moving her hips, teasing relentlessly. ‘Mmm, I wanted to look good. I know you’ve got some real sexy girls at your work, and I don’t mind you looking at them, getting all excited, as long as I get to make you cum at the end of the day. And besides…’ She pulled the shoulder straps down, revealing her teenage breasts slowly, but all the way, as she spoke. ‘…I know I look better than them. Don’t I?’ She giggled as I numbly. Out!Lasco turned off the water, more interested in what Lucilla was talking about than the hot shower. She'd been in before him, and he was curious to see what she'd been doing since.He left the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and walked through to the living room. He was greeted with quite a sight. Lucilla was naked, and just climbing up from the floor. She'd pushed all the furniture to the corners of the room, and there was a pattern drawn on the wooden floor."It's salt, Zane."Lasco had.