Beyond their frenetic circle, there were masters—and mistresses transforming into slaves—all moving in the same erotic rhythms, with thighs against thighs, crotches rubbing into asses, lips seeking flesh and heat and full-mouthed kisses. Long before its scheduled start, an orgy was about to commence in response to what they witnessed—though it quickly abated as the three central figures in this theatre began to spike with pleasure.
Elise tensed first, her body thoughtlessly thrashing against the woman’s mouth now sucking in her juices. The longhaired slave began to moan, at the very moment that Sandra’s eaten cunt was starting to c*m, and the two whipped about in a raving frenzy of culmination. Between them, Laney, much slower to her orgasm than the others, held fast. She could feel her
