|
When the shaking subsides, I pull away from Jayme, sliding my fingers out of her and Denise’s hot openings, offering Jayme Denise’s juices and Denise the cream from Jayme. They suck my fingers gratefully, and I lick off the drops of my own sex from Denise’s fingers. I help Denise to her feet, and we stand before Jayme, who has a wild look in her eyes.
“Now… if we let you go, do you promise to be a good girl?” Denise asks her, stroking the side of her face gently.
“I promise nothing,” Jayme replies roughly, looking ready to punish us for the torture we made her endure.
Denise and I look at each other and I raise an eyebrow, then we stare back at Jayme for a moment, reaching up to slowly unbind her delicate wrists from their silk restraints, eager for our punishment.
Read Part 1 of this series: Any Vixen Sunday: Morgan's First Taste.
|
