It was not a sight Gina could ignore, no matter how much her mind had been filled with other business. If it had been anyone else doing it she would have regarded it as an action designed to get attention, to impel her to join in, but with Chloe she knew it was just a matter of necessity. The young girl lived for pleasure and needed four or five orgasms a day, and more if she could. Her self-centred desires and almost manic perversity could be exhausting, but at the same time she never endlessly demanded her Mistress attend to her, she would simply, as now, see to herself, wherever they may be. And she could rip your heart out with her silent beauty in these moments, her head to one side and her eyes closed, her lips parted and glistening wet as her little gasps came in rapid succession, h
