Daphne was beginning to weaken. Sweat covered her forehead and matted her hair down in wet pleats as she was worked over in that spastic seizure, alternately swallowing and then heaving up her own cum, throat bulging visibly as it was forced up and down.
After about a minute and a half she looked like she had had all she could take, when Linda announced, "OK. I think she's had enough.". Daphne fell to her knees, still racking, eyes turning back inward into her head. Straddling her from the back, Linda grasped the leash to immobilize her and, bunching all five fingers of her other hand, pushed the blunt point of her hand tool between
Daphne's wet lips. Not letting up, Linda continued to push her fingers in.
Spreading Daphne's lips so wide that they lost their color, she let her fingers widen out around the soaked gag-rag. I continued to stare dumbfounded as Linda worked her mammoth hand, until, suddenly, Daphne's mouth resistance gave way. Her jaws snapped open a further three inches, locked almost straight up and down, as Linda's knuckles slid on in through the gaping mouth. I began to heat up again, hardening at the sight of Linda's whole fist in
Daphne's mouth, the lips having sucked closed around her thick wrist. It looked like she was fellating Linda's arm like a huge horse dick. Linda's fingers squashed around the massive mouth gag, bulging out Daphne's cheeks like a monstrous cockhead.
Incredibly, I began stroking my stiff meat again as Linda began pistoning her forearm.