The sway of her chestnut hair matches her ethereal whimpers.

Impaled on my husband, with the countenance of an angel, she pleads for her second prize. Posed like the Sphinx, her lips lock around Pierre's thick shaft.

Sitting thigh against thigh, I can feel his warmth. Camille looks across and we share our secret connivance. Sandwiched between two experienced women, his fresh meat twitches in our seductive caress.

"Keep watching, she wants you to see this."

Her boyfriend mumbles and fidgets.

"Cum for us," Camille whispers.

Groaning hard, his hot cream erupts.

"Good boy," I purr, caressing his balls.