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Vendaval -> RE: Secret D/ confessions: Slave Toy (5/25/2006 11:46:03 PM)
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Part 3
I gave it to Clare hard, finger fucking her and biting around her mons, darting to
and from her clit and vulva, alternating with a quick, stabbing tongue and long, leisurely licks. Frank came alive inside of Me, pumping hard, adjusting the
angle between thrusts. Clare’s belly and thighs started to shake, her breathing
came faster, and she let out a long, low moan as she came. “Stop!” I ordered
Frank. “Yes Mistress,” was his ragged reply. I tapped Clare on the shoulder and
whispered, “Time to change positions.” She nodded and swung into place.
I laid back and relaxed, spread My thighs wide, and gently drew Clare to My
vulva. She knew how to please, starting softly and building in intensity. After
I started panting, I motioned Frank back into place behind Clare. He quickly
switched condoms and eased into her. From My vantage point, I saw her
eyes glaze over with lust when the tip of his cock hit her G-spot. The three
of us hit the perfect rhythm, Frank moving in and out of Clare and her mouth
and fingers moving in and out of Me. She held back for a while, then experienced waves of orgasms, her whole body shuddering. Frank went into
a frenzy when Clare’s contractions wrapped around his cock and started
pumping frantically. He let out a crying, ragged groan and collapsed on her
back. I pressed My vulva hard into Clare’s mouth and she sucked hard on My
clit, making little circles with her tongue at the same time. My own orgasm
built to an intense climax. The two of them stretched out next to Me on the
furs, our bodies and limbs intertwined, the scent of sexual satisfaction heavy
in the air.
The End
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