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“Stay here, pet,” I said against his lips. “Don’t move and don’t you dare touch yourself.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he grinned.

“Camila,” I snapped watching her flinch.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” she said, looking up.

I wanted to reprimand her for looking at me. She loved to watch and only being able to hear was the torture I had wanted to give her.

“On the bed,” I clipped.

She stood up swaying a little before she walked to the bed, kissing Luke as she passed him.

“Nuh-uh, bad girl, did I say you could kiss your husband?” I walked over to her, bending her over quickly and hitting her ass and pussy in quick succession.

She gasped at the contact and when I plunged two fingers in her drenched pussy, she moaned.

“You kiss and touch your husband when I tell you to.” I curled my fingers touching her G spot and spanked her with my free hand.

When she didn’t say anything, I hit her again.

“Yes… Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.

I pulled away from her, looking over at Luke, who was still in the same spot.

“Clean your wife off my fingers,” I said.

Luke sucked on my fingers and never took his eyes off of me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the condom off the bed, tore it open, and slipped it on Luke.

“Luke, you will fuck me while you watch and see how I make your wife come,” I said, laying down on the edge of the bed, sliding my panties off.

“Yes, Mistress,” Luke panted.

He pulled me closer before notching the head of his cock at my pussy, slowly pushing himself in. It was too slow. I used my legs to pull him forward. We cried out when he was flush against me.

“Fuck, Luke, you’re big,” I moaned. “Don’t hold back, fuck me good.”

It was all Luke needed, he pulled out and began thrusting into me.

“Hold on, Mistress,” he growled, and goosebumps erupted all over my skin.

I cried out again when his pace quickened.

“Camila, sit on my face now,” I groaned not knowing how much longer I was going to last.

She crawled to me slowly and I knew she was doing it on purpose.

“Don’t make me wait, brat,” I clipped, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards me. “I want to taste that pussy, and I want your husband to hear you scream. Now sit and face your husband.”

She shivered before throwing her leg over my face, hovering too high above my face.

“Sit. On. My. Face.” I growled, pulling her down.

She smelled perfect and one long lick made me groan. She tasted sweet and tangy. The way Luke was fucking me it was hard to take my time with her and for once I was ok with that. I sucked and lapped at her pussy as Luke fucked me till next Tuesday.

Camila moaned, running her hand up and down my torso, while her husband held on to me so tightly I was hoping he would leave his mark. Camila’s soft hands massaged my breasts, and I moaned into her pussy.

“Mistress, we need to come,” Luke groaned.

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