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I wanted to disobey and make her mad, but I also wanted to come, I needed it.

The room was quiet, except for the odd shuffling on the bed. A moan from Genevieve made me shift a little.

“How does your wife taste on my lips?” Genevieve moaned as I heard them kissing.

Luke moaned something, but I couldn’t hear it, and I shifted again.

“Don’t you dare move,” she snapped.

It was my turn to whine and whimper when I felt the bed start to move. Luke moaned in such a primal way, that I knew he had his head back as he enjoyed whatever pleasure she was giving him.

“Please, Mistress,” I pleaded. “I want to see.”

“Not yet, Little Minx,” she said, a little out of breath. “Just a little longer.”

“Fuck,” I cried out, as the bed moved more and more.

They moaned together and I was about to snap.

“Get up,” she commanded.

I wasted no time getting up, but my arms were tingling when I saw Luke tied to the headboard and Genevieve sitting on his cock, fucking him slowly.

“Sit on your husband’s cock, facing me, while I bring us to orgasm,” Genevieve said, sliding off Luke.

I shivered, wondering what she had planned. She grabbed me by the neck, kissing me before helping me onto Luke’s lap,sinking down on his cock. We moaned together as I leaned back taking more of his cock.

“Fuck,” Luke said, nipping at my shoulder. “You feel so fucking good, Hermosa”.

I rolled my hips when a sting erupted on my inner thigh.

“Did I tell you to move?” she growled, kneeling in between my spread-out legs.

“Please, Mistress,” I groaned when she lightly touched my clit. “I n-need more.”

The sound of loud buzzing made me look down to see my wand in her hand. Anticipation ran through me before it touched my clit. I cried out, the pleasure ripping through me. My orgasm raced forward, but it stopped when she took it away.

“No!” I cried. “Please… Please.”

“Patience, Little Minx,” she purred. “Luke, close your legs together. Camila, sit slightly up.”

She put her leg between Luke’s and mine, straddling me with her other leg on the other side of me. I leaned forward to lick her pussy when she shook her head at me. I opened my mouth to say something when she squatted down, turning on the wand and placed it between both of our pussies.

“OH!” I yelled, letting my head hang back.

“Come on, Luke, lets fuck your wife until she screams,” Genevieve commanded.

“Gladly, Mistress,” he grunted, thrusting up to me.

His cock was at a perfect angle to brush against my g-spot. Genevieve rolled her hips against the wand, pushing into my clit over and over again. I cried out again on the precipice of an orgasm that felt like it would rip my soul out.

“I need to come,” I groaned.

“Please, Mistress,” Luke groaned, bucking into me faster.

“Almost there,” she panted while looking at me. “Almost there, Little Minx.”

Genevieve was flush, her eyes were half lidded and her brow furrowed. She was gorgeous in the throes of ecstasy, and I couldn’t hold on any longer.

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