“How long have you been there?"
“Oh, I think I caught most of it. I heard a rumpus from downstairs, and came to see if something was amiss..." He leans forward onto his knees. “You know I would have paid to see this if it weren´t free. And yes, I think I will; thank you, Michael."
As Michael sits beside me, tormenting my n*****s, my hips in convulsions, my Master settles on his stomach between my thighs.
“Don´t let her c*m. If she gets close, stop her," says Michael.
“Of course." My Master leans in, lapping at me, licking up my hot juices, swiping circles inside me. My p***y begins to vibrate, but he feels it and withdraws, instead, licking my thighs, before withdrawing back to his chair. “Ah, no, Charlotte. You and Michael started this one. I´m just an observer here."
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