“Please,” I finally plead with him. He smirks, more devilish than ever. This time, taking a small p***y whip, he flogs my front side about my quivering thighs and belly and thrust out pubic mound until with just a tiniest fondling gesture, I’m cumming, my body bucking against the hands that have me captured.
“Was it good?” Sam asked her, as he saw from the doorway how Kate rocked against the fingers that invaded her glistening p***y.
“Oh, god, you scared me!” She jumped in her lounge chair hearing his voice.
“Was it good?” he asked again.
“Yeah, it always is.”
“What were you thinking?” he asked.
She wanted to close up right then, but she was still so in the midst of the fantasy that there was no way to lie. Sam would know, as intuitive as he was becoming about her s****l thoughts. “A
