Chapter 65 Maid For Pleasure (7)

• Agnes slid out from under me, her body slick with sweat as she crawled forward, her eyes locked on where Andrew’s dick was slamming into my pussy. She knelt beside us, smirking like she was studying a masterpiece, her breath hitching as she watched his thick length disappear into me with every thrust. “Damn, look at that,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, before rearing back and smacking my ass hard—crack!—the sting making me yelp and clench around him. “Fuck, Agnes!” I laughed, my voice shaky, loving the burn as Andrew groaned behind me.
• She didn’t wait—she reached in, grabbing his dick mid-thrust and pulling it out of me, leaving me gasping at the sudden void. Agnes dove down, her lips wrapping around him fast, sucking him deep and sloppy, her tongue swirling over his cap as she moaned around it. “Mmm—Kate, get over here,” she mumbled, her mouth full, popping off just long enough to shoot me a wicked grin. “Come join me—this dick’s too good to hog.”
• I spun around quick, dropping to my knees beside her, my ass still tingling from her smack as I leaned in close. “You’re such a slut for it,” I teased, smirking as I joined her, my tongue flicking out to lick along the side of his shaft while she sucked the tip, our lips brushing in the chaos. Andrew groaned loud, his hands fisting in the sheets, his dick twitching between us as we worked him over—her sucking hard, me licking sloppy and wet, the taste of myself mixing with his salt on my tongue. “Shit—girls, you’re killing me,” he panted, his voice wrecked, and I just grinned up at him, loving how wild and filthy this had gotten.