His nuts nestled in the clench of her hand. She twisted them as he twined his cock inside of her cunt with a grunt.

"Ngh."

"Up."

"Yeah, more."

"Higher."

Prick eating up cunt.

He hot-cocked her with every inch.

Babette flinched.

Loosened.

Fell back against the sides of the bathing stall. Mauled her breastbuds.

Clubbed her clit.

Almost tasting it in her twat.

Almost like real-live cock.

Babette slid down like a zipper.

She splayed her legs.

Lay, come-cascading from her, ass up. Holding onto the nozzle of the bathwater spigot.

Sucking onto its tip.

Turning the spigot on a bit.

While frigging her clit.

Babette tasted the liquid. Licking as it lurched from.the steely appendage.

The liquid streamed down her neck. Over the curves of her tits.

Searing her flesh.

Babette tasted come in her lips. Remembrance of that taste she had gotten from Channing's dried sperm glued to his regal stationery.

Babette speared her snatch with a batch of fingernails. Took hold of her tail and flailed. Against the tip of the spigot she railed.

Frictioning herself to oblivion.

Chapter 3

Rounded rump pumped up and down once. Then Suzanne Radcliffe began to hump slowly. She wiggled her pyramid-shaped nippletips beneath her silk camisole with flicks of her finger-tips.

Waggled her hips side to side.

Top rounds of melonlike fannylobes glowed, peeking above the hovering waistband of the pulsing panties. Highlighting the deeply etched asscleft between.

"I want you to fuck my ass."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck my ass this time, Channing. Did you hear me?"

"Hang onto it, Suzanne. I'm just getting out the champagne. It's cool enough now."

Channing Bentley exited from the small pantry next to the walk-in wine cellar. He next walked down the stone-faced hallway and into the cozy grotto that his family called the den.