As Jack continued his oral assault and Jane thrashed and moaned and writhed on the table, I let one hand stray down to stroke my inner thighs, feeling my moisture covering a wide area.As Jack continued his oral assault and Jane thrashed and moaned and writhed on the table, I let one hand stray down to stroke my inner thighs, feeling my moisture covering a wide area. The camera panned in on the image of John's face as it disappeared between the woman's legs, showing quantity if not quality of exposure. Typical soft porn fare, but my hot and lusty mind was already filling in the missing picture of his tongue nudging apart her slick pussy lips and diving inside, trenching her out, then licking her clit. All this in my one-track imagination while the camera maintained its almost demure position over the woman's belly, catching glimpses of Jack's head snaking back and forth, accompanied by impressive slurping noises. My slick hand was now firmly embedded between my own legs, and I stroked myself, my index finger sliding up and down over my clit to the irregular rhythm of the panting participants on the screen. I watched as John lifted one hand, pantomiming the act of slipping some fingers into Jane's hungry cunt. |