After Dark (Open-ish)

Andrea opened her eyes and sighed,another night had fallen and she quickly looked around for her clothes.Andrew had placed a costume for her act out which was nice,"he just forgot to put some normal clothes out for me" she sighed lifting his shirt off her body.

She looked at the mirror at her body,her ample breasts jiggled as they adjust to being back causing Andrea to blush."I better read up on what happend" she softly murmed.Finding her and Andrew's book she read about George,Emily and his clashes with Pierrot.

"Those two" she murmed shutting the book,Andrea quicklyt went to change deciding to find Pierrtte and talk to her a small blush across her cheeks as she thought of her close friend.
 
Adam looked at the cards in his hands. a pair of Aces. He also saw the tattoos that didn't exist on his arms seeping onto his skin and his hands shrinking. It wouldn't be much longer. hopefully Artemis could play poker well. he couldn't recall.

"Might as well have nothing. Pair of aces." he tossed the cards between them. He could feel himself pulling away and Artemis surfacing. He tried not to fight it. His allready thin waist was takign on a new feminine narrowness. He tried not to think about how his toned chest was probably slowly changing into Artemis' buxom one. At least he was still the one "at home" right now.
 
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Pierrette moaned wildly as she drove herself onto Brandon’s cock. By now she was already acting. She liked Brandon fine and certainly didn’t want to offend him, but by now her mind was already on Andrea.

Last sunset she had cried herself to sleep, thinking about how much she was going to miss her and now she was busy with sweet little big man Brandon. She hoped he was close because her pussy ached for Andrea’s gentle… knowing touch.

If only she had been there… the two of them could have gotten Muscles McGee to the promised-land in no time. Tonight was a “Driving Night” which meant no show… A single night vacation. Though they would be toiling through the South until sunrise, it might as well have been Hawaii to the beleaguered Performers. Brandon was great for a quickie, but almost none of the “Boys” on the bus really knew how to please Pierrette like Andrea did.

The two of them had their own acts in the tent, but anywhere else they came in tandem. Their sexual “act” had brought even the mightiest of “men” to premature ejaculation.

She didn’t care what that ego-maniac had to say, she was going to fall asleep in Andrea’s arms this morning. Last sunrise had made her cry.
 
Alexis smirked, but knew it looked a bit deformed as Alex began to emerge, already she could feel her breasts gone, and her chest now was much thicker. “Oh bugger,” she muttered and slammed her card down, even though she won the hand. She rolled her shoulders and twisted her neck, then her eyes watched in fascination as Adam changed to Aretmis. She rarely got the opportunity to watch another change, and always found it fascinating.

As she took in the rising of Aretemis’ breasts, she felt her bones lengthening and her arms growing thicker. Her hair seemed to curl up, and the red goatee Alex kept trim and clean appeared. She coughed and it came out thicker and deeper. Soon Alex was there and staring hard at the his poker partner.

“Well. . . looks like the bitch’s got me some pussy this evening.”

He pushed the cards away and stood up, growled at his clothing and then muttered a curse. “Damn that girl.” He then pulled off the tank top, tearing its seams and tossing it to the floor. His or Alexis’s tiny shorts were cutting into his balls, and so those too were ripped from his thick muscled ass and thighs. Casually he moved back to the bed, put his feet up and grinned. “So do I need to get dressed, or are you needed a new set of bracelets this evening?”

Alex glanced briefly at the cuffs, that Alex had pushed away sometime during the day. “A lass looks lovely in stainless steel.”
 
as Pierrot's body forced her back beneath him he seemed to disapear as her own change became complete. brandon taking controll woke up with his massive cock sheathed inside of none ofther than Pierrette. looking up at her the large head of his penis pushing deeper into as she slides down his shaft. growling he wraps his hands around her and rolls her onto her back. kneeling between her thighs he leans over her carefull to keep his weight off of her for fear of crushing her beneath him. his hips moving up and down as he trusts into her warm body, stretching the silken walls around his cock as he enters her again and again.
 
Artemis looked from the card game to Alex. Adam had obviously lost track of time this evening while losing his poker game.

She pushed a strand of pink and black hair from her eyes, and bit her lip ring, looking at Alex.

She thought for a minute and then smiled cheekily at Alex. "as you van see," she gestured to the metal hoops gracing her eyebrow, lips and ears. "i completely agree ith you. so new bracelets sound lovely.
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Alex

Alex grinned, his large smile accented by his red goatee. He stood up and grabbed Artemis’s ankle. “Good,” he told her and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her ankles, and pulled off her shoes and socks, tossing them to the side and then reaching for the leather restraints that Alexis had pushed away. He spread Aretmis’s legs, secured each ankle to a couple of rings on the floor and took her hands and cuffed them behind her back.

“You be wearing too many clothes there lass.”

He reached up for the box of goodies that he kept next to what he knew was Alexis own personal stash of toys and girly things. He opened the lid and grinned at his weapon of choice. The long blade made a sound that Artemis’s would easily recognize as metal against metal. “It’s been a couple days since you and I have tangled girl. You’ll need to let Andrew know he should just have stripped when he got here, for I wouldn’t have been cutting his clothes off ya if he had.”

The blade glistened in the light as he ran the edge of the knife across Artemis jaw, down her neck and then across the cloth that covered her nipples. “Don’t move, pretty one,” he whispered against her lip and quickly slit her shirt open, exposing the twin globes that rose up and down as she breathed in the air that surrounded them.

“Very nice,” he told her as his tongue moved across her jaw. He nipped her shoulder and then stepped away. “Stand up girl, and let’s get these clothes off. You’ve kept yourself bare for me? Or will I be shaving ya this fine night?” He ran the blade across her cloth-covered crotch and looked into her eyes.
 
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Pierrette felt Brandon’s strong arms cradle her as he turned her over onto her back. She craned her body in a long arc to keep her sex pointed securely at Brandon’s assault, the last thing she wanted was that beast slipping out and pounding her fragile sex from the wrong angle. Brandon was huge, and his new position elicited a sincere squeal of pleasure from her.

Brandon’s muscular arms tensed as he struggled to keep his weight off of Pierrette’s dainty body. He was so sweet, always careful with her as if she were made of porcelain, her gentle giant.

Sweet was great, but it wasn’t what curled Pierrette’s toes. She squeezed her vaginal muscles as tight as she could against Brandon’s massive man-meat, wanting him to hurry up and cum so she could go seek out her friend Andrea… and maybe even taunt Alex a little.

Even the thought of his anger renewed the flow of honey between her legs.
 
Andrea looked around her cabin,she smiled as she found her box of toys.She planned a nice evening for her and Pierrette blushing as she dreamed of the two of them moaning with pleasure as they teased and tempted themselves crazy.

Andrea then left the bus,she could hear Alex and Artimes talking though knew soon they would be busy,she headed over to find Pirrette and gasped as she saw the scene.Her and Brandon were in the middle of the love making their other selves had begun,Andrea watched them intently listening to their moans of pleasure.Lowering her pants slightly Andrea dipped two fingers into her womenhood stifling her own cries of desire as she watched not sure of either of the pair had seen her.
 
Artemis shivered as she heard the blade slide from it's sheath.

"Adam knows better than to leave me in situations such as these. his clothes can be forfiet." she stifled another shiver as the blade ran along her jaw and again when it cut open her shirt, leaving her ample breasts exposed. she sighed as the blade skimmed across the baggy jeans Adam had left her in.

"shaving will not be a necessity tonight, Sir." she'd have ripped the jeans from her body to show Alex just that if her hands hand't been bound. If not for her curvy hips, they'd have never stayed abover her knees anyway. she briefly wondered why Adam didn't wear the skintight denim of contempories in punk rock culture; at least then she might stand a chance of stealing his clothes once in a while, even if they were far too long and pooled at her feet. the light hit the blade and sent a shimmer of light across her face, holding artemis' attention once more.
 
Micheal groaned softly as he woke and stretched in the bed he and Micheala shared. Being taller than her he'd had to buy it to ensure it was long enough for his frame and smiled when even stretched out his toes didn't hang off the edge. He could feel the muscles of his thighs aching even after the stretch and chuckled softly, apparently Micheala had been having some fun at some point during the day. Must have been fairly intense too for him to still be feeling it when he woke up just after sunset.

"Probably Pierrot," he muttered to himself.

Rolling up to a sitting position he reached for the journal they shared and wasn't at all surprised to find he was right. Experience told him that if he woke up aching in odd places it was usually Pierrot's doing. It wasn't unwelcome since it didn't actually hurt but it did make him wonder about his counterparts preferences sometimes. Reading through her day he smiled to himself and made an immediate note to Micheala that Andrew might be a pleasant fuck but that Andrea had mentioned he had a crush on Emily so Micheala should just leave it at sex.

Finally pushing up out of the bed he tightened the sash of the robe he'd bought for he and Micheala to share and smiled once more to himself. This was how he preferred to come into the night. Waking up from a nice nap and dressed in something that fit him. Grabbing an apple from their mini fridge he munched on it while grabbing a towel and sliding his feet into a pair of sandles before heading out to the showers.

He could hear the others moving around as they started their own days but he didn't call out to any of them. For the most part he usually kep to himself and since he wasn't actually a part of the nights entertainment it was easy to go unnoticed among his flashier counterparts.
 
Alex grinned at the desire her actions showed. Each gasp of pleasure that escaped her parted lips brought a jerk to his groin. When she told him that indeed she was bare for him, addressing him with a title befitting the position they now played, his cock hardened further. “You’re a good girl, aren’t ya Artemis.”

He reached behind her and pulled the black collar from Alexandra’s jewel box. “Now why’d the little slut have this?” he wondered, knowing it was his toy and not the little girl that possessed the daylight. A simple shrug to his shoulders was the only sign of his controlled annoyance. “You’ll be needing this,” he said as he held the blade between his teeth and buckled the leather to her slim neck. A loop hung invitingly in the center and he pulled it gently, causing his playmate to stand on her restrained feet. “Lovely,” he told her as he took in her breasts thrust forward for his viewing pleasure.

“Now let us get rid of this shit,” he muttered, and tossed the knife to the bed. With both hands on the waistband of her jeans, he winked, then ripped the strong denim’s front, from the top to the crotch. He then pushed then down her body, leaving the tattered legs around her ankles. He snickered as the boxers she’d been wearing slid easily and gracefully down her tiny legs. “Lovely indeed,” he said, his voice full of admiration.

Stepping back Alex admired Artemis. He saw her nipples proudly pointed up and he knew she was anticipating the nights entertainment, probably as much as he was. The tattered shirt lay on her shoulders, he reached for his knife, and climbed onto the bed, leaving his girl standing just as tall as any woman who normally towered over her. Again he ordered her to not move and in less than a second the shirt was no more. It’s tattered pieces lay in piles on the floor and covers. “You are so soft little one,” he whispered against her neck before slowly licking his way across her right shoulder. His fingers from one hand moved down her right arm, the other trailed tiny circles on her stomach; his nails grazed her navel and then traveled up her rib cage.
 
Pierrette saw her out of the corner of her eye, Andrea was watching them. Brandon was one very lucky boy, because now it was: Showtime.

Though there was no city on the schedule, though nobody had paid an admission fee, Pierrette was ready to step into the spotlight. It was a tough call over which she loved more (Sex or Performing), but moments like this that encompassed both of her addictions really got her motor going.

“OHHH YES!” Pierrette howled to the moon. “OH GOD FUCK ME!!! YES!!!!”

She tossed her long strawberry hair in the breeze, swinging her head wildly back and forth. Her hands suddenly became claws that tore at Brandon’s chest as she drove her hips down aggressively to meet his thrusts. Now Pierrette indulged in a long enticing stare over at Andrea this time, she licked her lips slowly, never once losing the rhythm with which she assailed Brandon’s solid frame. Pierrette decided to fake a nice orgasm for her viewing audience.

“Oh God fuck me… Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am. YES! Fuck meeee!!! Uunnnh! YES!! Oh God YES!! I’m gonna… I’m… I.. I-EEEEEE” Pierrette wasn’t sure why she slapped Brandon in the face, but at the time it made perfect sense. “UnnnUhhh!!! OhhhhOOOH”

It was a very convincing performance, but unfortunately the intense fucking that went into her “fake” orgasm, along with Andrea’s eyes upon her sent her over the edge of a REAL orgasm. Something about “Faking it” also turned Pierrette on, maybe it was a narcissistic joy at her own conviction, or maybe the rush from the possibility that she might be caught, something in it drove her wild.

In this case it drove her to orgasm.

Her wails became mostly inaudible moans and whimpers. Her nipples hardened atop her petite firm breasts. The vibrant green eyes that had been trained upon Andrea snapped shut as the huge swell of pleasure washed through her.
 
Andrea watched as Pierette went about her work,she leaned back pinching her own nipples as her fingers rubbed against her clit.She licked her lips as Pierrtte moaned as Brendon fucked her until the girl orgasmed,Andrea felt her own legs tremble "i'm cummming too" she murmed blushing as her fingers became coated with her cum.

She moved closer to the couple,"a nice show but Brendon I hope you don't mind if I borrow Pirrette for some girl business" she softly spoke grinning at her friend and taking her hand.She sniled at Pierrtte eager to show her some of her toys.
 
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Artemis reveled in the contriction of the collar at her throat as Alex pulled her to beyond her full height. He ripped the jeans from her waist and she held back the groan as it tried to bubble from her throat. Artemis shuddered and sighed as Alex's fingers and tongue grazed her pale tattooed skin. She stood on tiptoe where he left her, trying not to move, though she shivered in anticipation.

She remembered his compliments as her brain resumed quasi-normal functions.

"Thank you, Sir. I'm glad it pleases you." She eyed the blade, not warily, but hungrily, wondering what exactly was in store for her this evening. It had been near a week since she'd been at Alex's mercy. more like a week too long. very few others in the troupe would or could satisfy this part of her. Its just a shame the nights were usually far too busy for the lengthy play she enjoyed. Thank Goddess for travelling nights...

Artemis cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow saucily at Alex.

"And what are our plans for tongiht, Sir?"
 
Benton

Benton smiled as he looked out of the office window. No show ment he could have a little fun. And judging by how tense his body was, he, they needed it.
"Just rember, some of us have to do work tomorrow morning." River snapped at him.
"yes, mother." Ben said as he locked away the money and walked outside."Don't you ever eat."
Ben made his way toward the dinning tent to grabb some food. As he walked he half tuned out the crowd. In the back of his mind he rembered that, he had to meet River's Vet friend soon.
Ben knew it was a plus that he and River were alike. It ment few suprises, when they changed. They had, for the modst part the same tastye in clothing.
Ben glared as the Troupe mut ran infront of him. He hated animals. Yet that stupid mutt followed him around. He knew it was because, Ray knew that River was him and he River. But the damn thing annoyed him. It ws always in the bed and making his life a pain.
"Go Away." Ben said glaring at Ray. In response Ray licked him and whinned.
 
“My plans?” he asked, his lips barely grazing her soft skin. “Do you have somewhere to be? Plans with another?” he hissed low in her ear, then bit down on the pulse that beat rapidly under her fragile skin. His hands moved up to cup both her breasts, which were soon assaulted by none to gentle squeezes. “Tell me little one are you so ready to flee from me because you have a lover waiting back in your bed?”

He knew she didn’t, but he also knew that she would do all she could to convince him that there was no other that she longed for. His fingers continued their torment on her round globes, eventually moving up to twist and tug on her hard nipples. “These seem dull this evening,” he snickered against her other shoulder, then released her breasts. Reaching for his box of hardware, he grabbed the nipple clamps and reached around from behind Artemis to attach each one on the hard points of her tits.

The silver chain that hung between them slid against her skin. Another chain hung from the center and it could be shortened to reach the collar on her neck, or left alone where its full length would reach her clit. Another clamp ended the chain, but Alex for now left it to dangle against his girl’s sex. He knew she wanted that too fastened, but he simply told her, “Patience.”

Picking up his knife, and keeping one hand on her shoulder he again stressed for her to remain still. The tip of the knife began to explore the various tattoos, never once did he break her skin. Eventually his tongue followed the path of the blade and he reached the small of her back. Alex sat down, pushing her legs further apart, so he could force his bent ones between them. His hands pulled her onto his lap, and his chest pressed into her back. His nipples were hard and he felt the friction of her body against his.

“Feel that?” he asked, and purposely rolled her forward and then back on his cock. “You’ll have something to clean soon,” he growled and reached around, grabbing the swinging clamp. One beefy hand spread her pussy lips, just enough for her hardened strip to proclaim itself. He opened the teeth and then settled the steel instrument on her tender flesh.

“Ready, my little one? Or is there another you wish to fuck?” he asked, not really caring what her answers were. He lifted her hips, took his cock in one hand, aimed his hardened tool against the slick opening of her sex and then drove her down hard on it. One hand moved back to the chain of the clit and nipple clamps, giving him the leverage to tug the hardened and aroused points of interest.
 
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"You knw there is no one else this evening, Sir." the clamps tugged at her nipples and she whimpered as the last clamp was attatched to her sex and gasped as Alex entered her. When he tugged on the chain, her inner muscles clamped tightly around him and she ground herself against his upper thighs and hips unconciously.

she wanted to grab onto something, but with her hands still cuffed behind her back, she'd have to pop a joint out of socket, something that, even when warmed up, hurt at the best of times during her acts. Artemis grabbed the chain seperating the cuffs in either hand. it wouldn't do much good, but it would help a little bit. She leaned back against Alex's chest, her head on his shoulder and licked up the edge of his ear.

"please, Sir. More."
 
Alex growled low in her ear as her tongue trailed over his skin. He felt the cool steel of the cuffs brushing against his stomach and it thrilled him. The contrasting temperature of her hot body and the coldness of the metal was barely a distraction. No matter how awkward it seemed he knew his little toy was still enjoying herself. The way her pussy clenched his dick spoke the truth, as did her wispy breath against his body. He turned his head and captured her mouth. His tongued pushed its way against her own and he dueled forcefully with the wet muscle.

His hand continued to hold her hips, the strength in him unmatched by any other, though he knew Brandon, the other strongman in the troupe, would beg to differ. He pushed the thought of the other man away, and thrust himself further into Artemis’s slick pussy. Her juices slid over his cock like a second skin and he moved his lips from hers to bite down on her shoulder. His other hand began to rub her clit, forcing the steel teeth to shift against the tender strip of flesh. The motion also forced her nipples to be pulled and tugged by the matching clamps.

In time he felt his balls tightening, he knew the first time would be quick, but he wasn’t worried. He also knew Artemis had an excellent tongue and more joyous way of bringing his cock back to its fullest potential. When the edge of his climax threatened to explode, he took both his hands and grabbed Artemis’s arms. He held her tight, almost squeezing her little body into a tinier mass of crushed bones. He lifted and dropped her, ramming her deeper than before. His balls pressed into her and he felt the sweet, erotic pull of her cunt trying desperately to keep his cock buried within her.
 
Pierrette grinned conspiratorily at her friend Andrea as she allowed herself to be pulled away from Brandon unable to surpress a giggle. Once she was standing she slapped Andrea's hand playfully.

"How rude! Didn't you see that Brandon and I were busy?" Pierrette gave Andrea a sly wink. "I can't just wander off and abandon this big sweet man."

With that Pierrette gently pushed Brandon onto his back. She slowly lowered her mouth onto his chest allowing her tongue to slowly slither past her lips and against his skin. She licked a long deliberate trail down the center of his body taking time to lavish every inch of his core on her journey down to his cock.

Once she reached his massive pole she lowered her lips gently onto the head tasting her own sweet excretions still clinging to the tip. Her tongue crept under the head, writhing around just below the crown. Her strawberry hair cascaded down over her face when her head continued its descent down Brandon's engorged cock. Her tongue flattened out to cradle the shaft as he made her way down.

Vibrant green eyes shot a lustful look of desire through the curtain of bright hair toward Andrea. Pierrette wiggled her hips seductively at her friend as she continued sucking Brandon's cock.
 
Andrea giggled too as Pierrette playfully slapped her hand,"oh I'm sorry" she softly answered and watched Pierrette move back and start on Brandon temptingly wiggling her ass at Andrea.

Moving behind her Andrea playfully slapped Pierrette's ass,"hope you don't mind if I join" she whispered nuzzling her friends neck.She then slipped two fingers inside Pierrette and began to finger her,"like this babe well you haven't seen it all yet" she whispered continuing on moving her fingers deeper into Pierrette as Brandon watched while he was being worked on.
 
Headed toward the shower trailer Micheal stopped when he caught the scent of the dinner tent and heard his stomach growling loudly. Cursing softly he realized Micheala must have skipped dinner for him to be so hungry. He didn't miss a step as he turned toward the smell of food. It didn't bother him in the least to be wandering camp in just a robe, hell most of the others were off fucking somewhere and it wasn't time to break down and head out yet, so he doubted anyone would even notice him.

He realized he was wrong when he approaced the tent and saw Brenton shooing poor Ray away from him. Why the stupid mutt couldn't tell the difference between River and Brenton, Micheal had never figured out but the poor mutt always seemed to expect River's gentle touch not Brenton's growling at him when he approached the male.

Giving a sharp whistle between his teeth Micheal called the mutt to him and leaned down to scratch the dog behind the ears. He wasn't the prettiest dog but he was a good boy and always affectionate.

"You should be nicer to him Brenton, he's not hurting you and just wants a little attention."

That said Micheal disappeared into the tent for food before Brenton could give him shit about not telling him what to do.
 
Crushed tightly against Alex's chest, artemis reveled in the sensations within and around her. The stainless steel of the cufss digging in to her wrists, her fingernails biting into her skin as she clutched the chains between the cuffs, the teeth of the metal clamps shifting and stinging into her nipples and clit, the collar at her throat making her breath come in short gasps, The cock buried deep inside her. it was almost too much.

And it was never enough.

Artemis knew Alex was close, and even though she'd not yet peaked, she knew there would be time. time and time again, probably. Alex's stamina amazed her at times. She knew she could bring him back to the breaking point again.

When he slammed her down for what she expected would be the last time, she purred at the violence of it all.
 
Alex felt his balls clench and knew his release was imminent. He grabbed Artemis’s hair, yanked her face back to his and took her mouth. His tongue thrust in deep and he growled low, his chest rumbling as he shot his thick cream deep into her hungry cunt. A shudder of lust rushed over him as the second volley exploded and covered her slick walls. A shot of heat flashed across his lids and he moaned as the third stream spit out. “Fuck,” he groaned and then sighed in his girl.

He pressed his head on her forehead and took a moment to regain his composure. His cock was half hard, and he knew it would go down further if he did not move to keep it entertained. He pulled himself away, and lifted Artemis from his dick. He moved himself from the bed and reached for the keys to the cuffs. Quickly he undid them, pulling both hands to his lips and kissing the pulses that throbbed under her skin.

“Now girl,” he said as he unhooked her ankles. “You’ve got your hands back,” he said with an added wink. “Let’s see how good you are with them and with these.”

He reached down and swiftly swung her ankles to the bed, letting her head rest on the pillows. Alex moved over her, settling his mouth against her slick opening and letting his juice-laden cock dangle an inch from her face. He had no qualms about eating her out, though his seed had shot into her. She had the same dessert dripping against her lips and if she wanted an orgasm, she knew she’d have to show him how hungry she was for it.
 
The feeling of her lover’s gentle nudge sent a long shiver up Pierrette’s spine and caused a sudden wave of goose-bumps to emerge over her skin. The sift sigh that escaped her washed down the length of Brandon’s hard shaft as Andrea touched her. Andrea’s touch could elicit a sigh from Pierrette no matter what. Even the playful spank prior to her exploration had caused a fresh flow of Pierrette’s wetness.

"like this babe well you haven't seen it all yet"

The gentle whisper caressed Pierrette’s ear delighting her imagination. She hoped that meant that Andrea would play rough tonight, Pierrette loved the rough stuff. Originally it was Andrea’s gentle touch that had captured Pierrette’s body and heart, but once in a while Pierrette had a way of teasing out the wilder and kinkier play from her lover and hoped that her little slap on the wrist might bring some lusty redemption later on.

Pierrette’s tongue began to undulate under Brandon’s cock, moving it up and down in her mouth. The skin felt so soft and it still tasted like her ejaculate, the taste reminded her of Andrea’s gentle kiss after they would make love.

The thought of Andrea with her working her expert technique on Pierrette right now drove a soft whimper of arousal past Pierrette’s soft lips. She could no longer control her desire. Her left hand crept out to caress Andrea’s inner thigh gently as her eyes looked over to her, clouded with lust and already nearing another blissful climax. Her gaze beckoned to her friend to shed her clothing so that Pierrette might return the attention she was receiving.
 
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