Friday, April 8, 2011
Like Flipping a Switch...
Between her legs she was filled, full to bursting, by the thunder from down under while her little Apẻritif had just turned into a seven course meal. Now serving number four—she only hoped her sensitive clit could take it.
“Ah crikey, Mate, release my dangly bits and let me come before this lovely lady strangles me old fella right off!”
Apparently, Burgess was at the end of his tether as well.
“M’not done yet.”
And wasn’t that the truth. Danny’s tongue could be considered a modern marvel— a world wonder. It should also be registered as a lethal weapon. The soft, sand papery feel of his animals tongue held true in the human head. With each pass over her aroused little nub, Penelope clasped down on Burgess’ cock and angled herself for more contact with Danny’s mouth. Her movements, while slight, kept Burgess’ girth snuggled up and stroking over the sweet spot within. The duel sensation was explosive.
“Daniel, please,” she begged.
“More, Ma’am…come more.” It was clear by his growled out order that Danny was far from done.
How had this happened? When had it happened? One moment she’d been playing with Burgess; tempting him to break the rules so that she could punish him sweetly. While at the same time she watched Danny struggle not to look at what they were doing. The next thing she knew, her submissive mink turned into a roaring tiger and bound at them, moving with the speed of a cheetah.
He’d had both she and Burgess disrobed in mere moments and Penelope found herself straddling the big Aussie, her back to his front and a voracious mink between their legs. Her punishment had not worked as she’d thought it would, but she could hardly complain about the outcome. She was yet again reaching for soundless, color-filled bubble of release.
Tomorrow would be soon enough to question what turned the domme into a silent submissive, and why she’d liked it so much…