Blindfolded and bent forward at the waist over some padded object, a c**k presses to my lips. Despite my blindness, I know it is my Master from his delicious musky scent. Speaking down to me, his voice is low. I do not think that the other men in the room will hear him.
“Are you alright, Charlotte? You can handle this?"
“Yes, Master. I a´m alright." And I reach forward, as best I can from my awkward position, to take his c**k in my mouth. It trembles and twitches against my lips, as I lick away the briny droplet of pre-c*m I can taste on the tip.
A body is behind me, fingers toying with my p***y lips, winding into my wet curls and rippling through my folds. My Master´s voice again. “That´s Michael behind you right now. But it´s going to be all of them. You´re okay with that?"
I pull aw
