Chapter 135 Beyond Control:>>20

• Millie was lifting herself higher now, to better savour the length and thickness of his shaft. As she raised her body upwards Rose could see his rod exposed, gleaming in the light until the rim of his helmet appeared, held only by the thick lips of her sex; and then she watched as the girl plunged downwards and the turgid flesh of his cock slithered back inside her slim, golden body, each stroke accompanied by an explosive grunt of pleasure. Rose's fingers were busy too, easing into the wet channel of her own pussy in tune with the penetration, and she envisaged that the wetness that she could feel on her fingers was the same as her employee's. She licked her lips, imagining the salty taste of the girl's juice, its texture oily on her tongue, dribbling thick and wet to the back of her throat.
• She could feel the growing whirlwind of her orgasm approaching and she slowed the frantic twitching of her fingers to control it. She wanted to come at the same time as them, to bond with the pleasure of their flesh...to time the clasping spasms of her own cunt to be at one with the frantic grasping of the one before her. She watched with hooded eyes as the girl leaned backwards, her body angled away from the mirror so that the man's cock was sliding into her at a different angle. She could see the shaved lips of her pussy moving with the stimulus of his penetration: easing aside as he entered her, and clasping at his rod as he withdrew. His body was twitching now as he reached for his climax, and Rose leaned forward even further to watch more closely.
• With exquisite timing the girl lifted herself to the extremity of his shaft and clasped the trembling head in the tight portal of her vulva. She held her body still and milked his glans with her vaginal muscles, the lips fluttering around the bulbous head as her flesh stroked and suckled him like a mouth. For a moment he was rigid, his body drawn to the very brink of ecstasy, and then with a hoarse cry he came, spurting upwards into the soft, wet tube surrounding him. Rose imagined the hot jets of his sperm entering the girl's body, pooling at the entrance to her vagina, drawn out by the grasping lips of her cunt.