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wet pussy lips. Picturing Fowler tied up somewhere, Swain saw her chance to be rid of him and run the centres herself. She prayed that she'd never see Fowler again as she moved up to her prey's clitoris and gently sucked it into her hot mouth. 'That's good, make me come! My clitoris, suck my clitoris harder!' Julia cried as her body shuddered in response to a delightful tremor deep within her pelvis.
Her dark skin trembling and glistening with perspiration, the girl let out a long wail as her climax exploded between her legs and crashed over her tethered body. Slurping at her inflamed hole, Swain sucked the creamy offering into her mouth, rubbing the girl's clitoris with her fingers as she drank. 'Enough!' Julia cried as her body shuddered with the beginnings of yet another powerful climax. 'Please, that's enough!'
Moving round the table Swain gazed at the girl's dark mouth, her full lips, and grinned. 'And now you can lick me ,' she conceded, tugging her grey skirt down and climbing onto the table. Her knees either side of Julia's head, Swain lowered her huge swollen crack over her face and settled her open hole above her mouth. 'Suck my cunt!' she ordered crudely as Julia tentatively pushed her tongue between the slippery volumes of flesh. 'Ah, yes, yes, that's good, fuck me with your tongue!'
Mouthing, licking, the girl swallowed the sticky fluid as it flowed in torrents from the woman's trembling body. Swain's huge clitoris pressing against her nose, she lapped like a dog, catching the erect nodule with her tongue with every stroke. Groaning, Swain swivelled her hips to place her hard protrusion between the girl's soft lips where it swelled and suddenly burst. Crushing Julia's face with her huge quivering body, she let out her cry of orgasm as she leaned back, resting her hands on the table for support as her swollen cunt decanted its copious juices.
'You're good!' she praised as she swung her leg over Julia's face. 'You're very good! Look after my needs like that and your time in the centre will be most rewarding, I'll see to that!' she promised as she pulled her skirt up over her ample hips. 'And you got rid of Fowler - I am more than pleased with you, more than pleased! And now it's your turn again. I'll turn the machine up a little higher just to make sure that you really enjoy it.'
Hannah and Emily bounded up to the derelict house to greet Jo with a mixture of fear and delight. Once inside, Emily shone a torch into Fowler's dazed face. 'That's Fowler, all right!' she exclaimed triumphantly as he opened his eyes. 'Remember me? You bastard!' Shining the torch onto her face, she grinned. 'Recognize me? I'm Emily Johnson, and you, Fowler, are my prisoner now!'
Lying on his back, the torch in his eyes again, Fowler struggled to sit up. 'If I were you, I'd think twice about keeping me prisoner! You'll have the entire army onto you unless...'
'Shut it, Fowler! We've already got Rebecca Evans. Do you think anyone's bothered about the likes of you?' Emily spat. 'Look at you, you're pathetic! Look at his dick, all soft and useless! Things have changed, Fowler. Good has conquered evil!'
'What do we do with him?' Jo asked as Hannah wandered out into the moonlight.
'Torture him!' Emily blasted. 'Rip his dick off so that he'll never be able to abuse women again!'
Hannah sat on the garden wall and looked up to the moon. 'Poor Julia,' she sighed, watching a cloud drift across the silvery disc. 'Thank God she thought to send Fowler here.'
'So, the plan worked,' Emily observed as she sat beside Hannah.
'Yes, it did. But what did they put Julia through? What did they do to her to make her talk?'
'Not much. She knew of this place, what to say if she was under too much pressure, so she only had to hold out for a while.'
'Yes, I suppose so. Right! Go for a walk with Jo while I deal with this creep - give me an hour.
'Deal with him? What, you're not going to kill him, are you?'
'Of course not! Jo, come out here! I want you
Her dark skin trembling and glistening with perspiration, the girl let out a long wail as her climax exploded between her legs and crashed over her tethered body. Slurping at her inflamed hole, Swain sucked the creamy offering into her mouth, rubbing the girl's clitoris with her fingers as she drank. 'Enough!' Julia cried as her body shuddered with the beginnings of yet another powerful climax. 'Please, that's enough!'
Moving round the table Swain gazed at the girl's dark mouth, her full lips, and grinned. 'And now you can lick me ,' she conceded, tugging her grey skirt down and climbing onto the table. Her knees either side of Julia's head, Swain lowered her huge swollen crack over her face and settled her open hole above her mouth. 'Suck my cunt!' she ordered crudely as Julia tentatively pushed her tongue between the slippery volumes of flesh. 'Ah, yes, yes, that's good, fuck me with your tongue!'
Mouthing, licking, the girl swallowed the sticky fluid as it flowed in torrents from the woman's trembling body. Swain's huge clitoris pressing against her nose, she lapped like a dog, catching the erect nodule with her tongue with every stroke. Groaning, Swain swivelled her hips to place her hard protrusion between the girl's soft lips where it swelled and suddenly burst. Crushing Julia's face with her huge quivering body, she let out her cry of orgasm as she leaned back, resting her hands on the table for support as her swollen cunt decanted its copious juices.
'You're good!' she praised as she swung her leg over Julia's face. 'You're very good! Look after my needs like that and your time in the centre will be most rewarding, I'll see to that!' she promised as she pulled her skirt up over her ample hips. 'And you got rid of Fowler - I am more than pleased with you, more than pleased! And now it's your turn again. I'll turn the machine up a little higher just to make sure that you really enjoy it.'
Hannah and Emily bounded up to the derelict house to greet Jo with a mixture of fear and delight. Once inside, Emily shone a torch into Fowler's dazed face. 'That's Fowler, all right!' she exclaimed triumphantly as he opened his eyes. 'Remember me? You bastard!' Shining the torch onto her face, she grinned. 'Recognize me? I'm Emily Johnson, and you, Fowler, are my prisoner now!'
Lying on his back, the torch in his eyes again, Fowler struggled to sit up. 'If I were you, I'd think twice about keeping me prisoner! You'll have the entire army onto you unless...'
'Shut it, Fowler! We've already got Rebecca Evans. Do you think anyone's bothered about the likes of you?' Emily spat. 'Look at you, you're pathetic! Look at his dick, all soft and useless! Things have changed, Fowler. Good has conquered evil!'
'What do we do with him?' Jo asked as Hannah wandered out into the moonlight.
'Torture him!' Emily blasted. 'Rip his dick off so that he'll never be able to abuse women again!'
Hannah sat on the garden wall and looked up to the moon. 'Poor Julia,' she sighed, watching a cloud drift across the silvery disc. 'Thank God she thought to send Fowler here.'
'So, the plan worked,' Emily observed as she sat beside Hannah.
'Yes, it did. But what did they put Julia through? What did they do to her to make her talk?'
'Not much. She knew of this place, what to say if she was under too much pressure, so she only had to hold out for a while.'
'Yes, I suppose so. Right! Go for a walk with Jo while I deal with this creep - give me an hour.
'Deal with him? What, you're not going to kill him, are you?'
'Of course not! Jo, come out here! I want you
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