Secrets of Desire
I cried out, back arching.
Ahmed joined on my right breast, his teeth grazing the clamp until I sobbed. Two mouths, two tongues, four hands roaming but never lower than my waist. My pulse hit 140, and the clamps buzzed harder.
“Please,” I begged, voice cracking. “Please touch my pussy.”
Ahmed pulled back, eyes glittering. “Earn it. Suck Li’s cock like it’s your last meal.”
Li stood, unzipped. His cock was long, slender, the head flushed dark. I took him deep, gagging when he hit my throat. Ahmed watched from the mirror feed, stroking himself.
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