Olivia smiled at him again, this time mischievously. “Just trying to have some manners over here.” she replied. “Would you rather have silence?” “In words, sure. I’m going to close my eyes and all I want to hear are the sounds of your mouth on my cock. Do I make myself clear?” Phil then closed his eyes and folded his arms, waiting. “Crystal,” came the voice of Olivia, before Phil indeed did hear the sounds of suction, as well as the unmistakable feeling of a mouth wife on dildo his dick. Olivia was, in a word, amazing. Other words came to mind, like ‘submissive,’ ‘extreme,’ and ‘confusing,’ but all that mattered in this moment was that it was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. It wasn’t just in the way that she used every technique she knew, but also in the eagerness with which she devoured him, the way she’d moan at the mere opportunity to please Phil. “You have such a nice cock, Master.” Olivia purred in between licks as she used both hands to appraise his manhood. “I can’t get enough of it. Please let me suck you every sucking day, sir.” She went back to sucking him, using every part of her mouth to show Phil just how much appreciation she had for being his little blowjob slut. Phil was positively drunk with power in this moment. Couldn’t he have just taken her into his house or wife apartment or wherever the fuck he lived. It was shocking but exciting to the inexperienced young teenager to see her parents wildly fucking on their marriage bed. Beatrice felt her rage and she stood slowly, dropping her cousin’s hand. Bobby was growing a little impatient and I could feel him trying to adjust our position so he could slide his pulsating cock in me. With one cock in my mouth and one dildo in my left hand, I grabbed Bobby’s cock with my right hand and lined it up with my dripping wet pussy. She was staring intently into my eyes as our bodies slammed together. Bacon, eggs, and sausages; it was difficult to cook up three servings at once, but it was a labor of love. I feared I would never be able to be a good sex slave. I 'heard' them answer. That wound is at least an inch deep. “Have you been injured?” he asked with what sucking sounded like genuine concern in his voice. “Yes, she was.” I answered quietly.