Chapter 25

• Cassandra smiled seeing what I was doing, and together my assistant and I penetrated the fashion model from both ends. Taylor was gasping for each breath as I fucked her face, my balls slapping against her forehead every time I buried my cock to the root, deep-throating her with every thrust. I leaned in and managed to undo the front-clasp to Taylor's bra, finally freeing her round orbs so that I could grip them as hand-holds for each push into her mouth.
• She didn't necessarily want it every time we fucked, but I knew from past experience that oxygen deprivation pushed Taylor much closer to orgasm. And with my cock filling her throat and Cassandra's expert tongue going to work on her clit, Taylor soon wailed out her climax, muffled as it was.
• And once she came I pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath and panting with exhaustion, even though we'd been in the hotel suite for only five minutes. I waved Cassandra away and then circling around the bed, tugged at Taylor's legs until her hips came to the near edge of the mattress, her legs hanging off but leaving her sopping wet pussy at a convenient access point for me.