“Your foreheads on the bed.”
Now Michael had two cunts looking up at her.
“Très bon, très bon,” she commented.
She reached out and touched both of them. Her fingers ran around both entrances. She continued, round and around, adjusting to each woman’s reactions. She could tell that Chris was getting hot.
She added a second finger, then three, pushing harder and harder as she went along.
“May I come, Mistress?” Chris whimpered.
“No!”
Michael continued, doing it again and again. She was slow, very slow, feeling each woman’s response. She waited until she felt they were both ready: both were pliant, slippery, and hot.
She pushed both hands into the holes, curling her fingers into fists.
Andrea screamed, but Michael hadn’t finished. She pushed into each with her fists time and time again.
Yes, these girls were hot. She felt herself reacting to them. She rotated both hands and pressed harder and harder. Both girls were so hot and wet that it wasn’t hard to move in them.