Watch her!

Mark awed at the painted face of his prized possession. What inspired him more was watching Sarah hungrily lick her chops, spearing whatever cream she could reach. He thrust his still hard cock back into her mouth, letting her finish sucking the last few droplets of his fertilizing liquid. Even though Mark had just spent a lot of fuel, he was only beginning to enjoy his time with his toy. When he pulled his cock from Sarah’s mouth, he traced a finger through the cum on her cheeks and traced it over her lips. Sarah’s tongue followed his finger, lapping up the salty cream. He then drew circles through the dollop on her forehead and fed it to her hungry mouth. Sarah eagerly suckled on the finger each time it was presented to her, slurping down the manly slime. Mark repeatedly swabbed the cum from Sarah’s face, feeding it to her one, two, and sometimes three fingers at a time. Sarah obediently knelt in front of Mark, waiting patiently, with open mouth, for her next offering. By the time Mark was done, Sarah had sucked down every bit of his semen, leaving only smeared, caked stains blotching her face.

Sarah was pulled to her feet, and grateful to be laid upon the bed. Her legs were weak and wobbling from kneeling so long. The vibrating bed relaxed her immediately as the gentle hum filled her ears. As she lay on the bed wondering what was going to happen next, she felt the large hands lightly caress her shoulders as he sat on the bed. The hands traced the outline of her skimpy outfit, following the thin cords down from her shoulders to her breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly in anticipation. Again, Sarah could feel her nipples tighten and strain for some attention. To Sarah’s dismay, he teased her by lightly brushing his fingertips along her skin, avoiding touching the large bumps hidden underneath the satin. Sarah was growing impatiently delirious as the unmerciful teasing continued. The tracing fingertips went back and forth, exploring her sensitive skin, bringing tiny bumps to the surface. Sarah couldn’t take the **** and began arching her back, trying to encourage her abuser to make more contact with her needing body. Finally he relented and focused his attention on her taut teats. Sarah squealed as he pinched and pulled the nubs, gently twisting them as he did so. She felt her pussy well with water again as her body responded to the touch. She moaned her approval as he worked his hands beneath the satin to make direct contact with her hot flesh.

Sarah’s body was on fire, and whoever it was on the bed with her, was playing her like a fiddle. The only thing Sarah could concentrate on was satisfying her urges as her pussy flooded with wetness. Every fleeting touch, pinch, tug, or twist sent shivers through her body, filling her dam with more and more water. The thin fabric entrenched in her swollen folds couldn’t absorb any more, and a steady stream seeped along the cord, across her ass, soaking the bed beneath her.

The hands roamed across her heaving belly as her hips rose to meet his touch, encouraging him to travel further south. Sarah’s moans were cries of pleas, begging for his touch. Again, the **** continued as his fingers fleetingly danced across her skin, carefully avoiding the core of her desire. Sarah couldn’t take anymore, and willingly parted her legs, granting him easier access. Her efforts didn’t go unnoticed, but were ineffective in encouraging him to do as she wished.

Sarah was surprised, however, when the touches stopped suddenly. Everything seemed to freeze momentarily, before she felt the hands on her elbows. Slowly, but purposefully, the hands drifted down her arms and gripped her wrists. Letting her lover do as he please, Sarah’s hands were placed on her chest. She could feel her nipples poking into her palms. His hands immediately covered hers, pressing them into her firm breasts. Wriggling his fingers within hers, he returned his attention to her sensitive nipples. This time, however, every time he pinched, pulled, and twisted, he made sure Sarah was doing it also. Sarah quickly caught on and took control, pulling on her nipples as she moved the material aside, bringing her breasts into full view. As she was relieving the pressure in her chest, one hand was moved in a similar manner down to her seeping slit. His hand pushed hers underneath the soaked satin, when she took over on her own.

Sarah felt the mattress rise as her lover got off the bed. She, however, had one hand on her tit and another hand ready to delve between her legs. He had driven her to this point, and now there was no turning back. Her body needed release and she didn’t care if she had to get it herself. She convinced herself that he wanted to watch her masturbate, so she did. Sarah pressed her long manicured middle finger in between the folds where it disappeared to the second knuckle. When she withdrew it, the finger was shining with her wetness. She brought the finger up to the nubbin at the upper juncture of her slit and wiggled it there for a few moments before burying the finger once again. She continued to rub her clit with her pussy-juice coated finger, dipping it back into the honey pot for more lubrication. Every time Sarah diddled her clit, her body convulsed in tiny tremors, each session becoming more and more intense. Sarah’s pussy now lay open waiting and begging for another prodding, while her clit had popped out from beneath its hood. Sarah soon had two and then three fingers easily slipping in and out of her hole. She was on the verge of an explosion, as she found herself mysteriously delaying the self-gratification, wanting and needing to make it more intense. She could only imagine what she looked like as she lay on the bed, getting herself off. Sarah envisioned herself as a porn star during a masturbation scene, furiously fucking herself with three fingers buried in her twat. Finally she had snapped, releasing her tit she worked her clit with her free hand, simultaneously fucking herself with the other. A few precious gasps later, Sarah’s legs began quaking uncontrollably and then froze. Her hands were still moving in a blur, when she finally bucked and bounced up off the bed, grunting and groaning as the pleasure washed over her. She pulled out and covered her sensitive mound, relishing in the warm waters of the afterglow.