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Her hips lifted, rubbing her pussy against my mouth when another sharp pain bloomed on my lower back.

“If you can make her come in the next minute, pet. I’ll reward you,” Genevieve said, sitting next to Camila on the bed.

Thoughts of them kissing as I pleasured them slammed into me. It was erotic and only made me feel even hotter. I slid a finger into Camila’s soaking wet pussy. It was a smooth glide in and I couldn’t wait till I could fuck her. Or would I even get to fuck her?

I doubled down my efforts, fucking her with my fingers as I licked circles around her clit. Camila gasped and I saw Genevieve whisper into her ear. She was talking dirty to Camila, by the way her chest was turning red and she closed her eyes as if she were savoring her words.

I sucked on her clit, making Camila shout out in pleasure. Her pussy walls tightened around my fingers and I knew she was close. I sucked again, seeing Genevieve's hand around Camila’s throat, leaning forward so their lips were almost touching.

My heart beat fast wondering if they were going to kiss when I curved my fingers, finding her G-spot and sucking harder.

“Oh my—” Camila shouted, but Genevieve captured her mouth in a kiss and I had to hold my cock at the base to keep me from coming from the erotic scene.

They continued to kiss as I lapped at Camila, earning me little jerks from her body coming down from the orgasm.

“Good boy,” Genevieve said, pulling my head away from Camila’s pussy, licking my lips and Camila’s arousal from them.

“Your wife tastes so good, pet,” she said, running her hand through my hair.

“Yes, Mistress, she does,” I said, offering my lips so she could get a better taste.

“Lay on your back in the middle of the bed,” she said before pecking me quickly on the lips

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, standing up, helping Camila up before I did as Genevieve commanded.

“Tie him up, Camila,” Genevieve said to Camila. “And blindfold him.”

My wife got on the bed with a smirk, bending over to kiss me before slipping the blindfold over my eyes.

“Color?” she asked, grabbing one of my hands and strapping something on my wrist.

“Green, Mistress,” I said, getting breathless.

“Good boy,” she said, pulling my hand up.

She did each limb with ease, asking if I was alright after every restraint tightened until I was laid out like a starfish, a very naked starfish since she had taken my underwear off before cuffing my feet. I felt too exposed and a part of me wanted to call out red.

I was left to stew in my thoughts before a light touch from something soft went up my thigh. My body tensed at first, but I leaned into the sensation. Whatever was touching me went around my cock and my hips jerked up.

Smack.

My thigh stung from the hit and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped. The soft touch went up my abs around my pec and then my nipple before going onto the other nipple. I groaned when the soft object made its way back down my abs and circled around my groin. My cock twitched in response, but I held my hips firmly planted on the bed.

“Good boy,” one of them said.

“Color?” Camila whispered in my ear.

“Green, Mistress.” I gasped when the soft object went around my cock.

One of them hummed as another soft thing touched my chest. They caressed my body simultaneously and each time they touched my cock I wanted to jerk my hips up.

“Please, Mistress,” I said, trying to keep a whine out of the tone.

A sting on my inner thigh made me groan.

“Patience, pretty boy,” Camila snapped.

Her voice was sexy as she commanded me, but I really wanted to see her.

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