Click, click, click....

And after being released, my nylon stockings drooping down my thighs with the garter restricting me around the waist, my earrings banging around from the throat fucking I’m receiving. To complete the final piece of the picture I reach out and grab my panty girdle with Thompsons cock still sliding around inside, I stroke him too. Then Mr. Bitch gets the idea and unzips, placing his tool in my last remaining free hand. I marvel at the sight of my bl**d red nails and white hands stroking over two firm cocks, one white, one delightfully contrasting in black. God, am I in heat, and fulfilled.

Well this is fun but the aerial view is over, time to finish off a couple of cocks and start them cumming. Peekin is still driving into my throat so I release the cocks in my hands and grab his ass. On the next thrust I deepthroat him to the hilt, sniffing the flat of his stomach. He reacts with a moan and a grab, I have to struggle a little to get some air. This action sends Quiet into a frenzy, so I pull off Peekin and hiss to Quiet “slow stroke my ass baby, make it deep”. He gets it, and cruises into some nice action. Peekin is dying to cum in me so I match Quiets rhythm with deepthroating Peekin. It’s working out perfect, when Quiet drives forward I swallow Peekin, when he pulls back, I withdraw. About six steady strokes like that and Peekin is gasping for air, so I pull off quick and groan “spunk me baby, shot it down my slut throat, now”. Peeking grabs my head and buries his cock. I grab his ass, pull some too, just for effect, ain’t nothing going deeper off this boy, I own it all.

With that happening in front of him Quiet drives me hard and fast, I couldn’t complain if I wanted to, nothing coming out of my mouth but hot running cum. I snatch one gulp of air and drive back down on Peekin, he’s unloading a quart of hot cum, down my throat, across my lips and face, in my hair, I’m surprised it isn’t running out my nose.