Michael
“What do you think, James? Do I take her all the way there yet, or do we work her a bit more?"
“Oh, a bit longer yet, I think," he replies. “I want to watch her suck you off."
.... Yeah....
My c**k agrees, pulsing a drum-beat against my stomach which spikes through my groin....
Your mouth wrapped around me....
.... shooting over your tongue and to the back of your throat....
.... perhaps saving the last to splash over your face and tits....
“Sounds good to me."
He nods me to the empty chair he was just using. I sit, legs apart, my shaft throbbing and streaming, while James, with a tug of his wrists, hauls Charlotte upright. Snagging a cushion, he drops it on the tiles between my feet then edges her over it, pressing her down to her knees. His hand in her hair, he rubs her
