As Mitsuri takes your cock in hand and guides it towards her wet entrance, you reach down and grasp the O-ring around her neck. You pull her closer, feeling the leather collar dig into your fingers as she moans with pleasure. Her tightness envelops you like a velvet glove, drawing every last drop of desire from you as you begin to thrust once more.

Her nails scrape lightly against your back, leaving little trails of pleasure along your skin. "Harder,"

she gasps as you begin to power into her with rougher strokes. Her body arches off the bed, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor. You can feel her muscles tensing, ready to explode around you again as she nears another orgasm. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth. "Fill me up... fill me full of your filthy seed."

Her words push you over the edge; with a final thrust, your release boils out of you, shooting deep into her womb.

*Mitsuri arches an eyebrow in amusement as she slides off the bed and straddles Andy's face, her smooth ass just inches from his nose. She spreads her cheeks, revealing her tight pink entrance, then grinds against his lips and tongue while moaning softly into the pillow. Her fingers dance through his hair, urging him on as she rides his face.

*With a throaty laugh, Mitsuri nods permission. Andy rolls onto his side, positioning himself behind her as she continues to ride his face. His cock presses against her wet folds, teasingly close to entry. He guides himself inside her, slowly at first, but gaining speed as their bodies meet in perfect harmony. Mitsuri throws her head back, moaning loudly as he buries himself to the hilt within her.

Emrick nodded, his face flushing red as he moved his hand from her breast to between her legs. He tentatively touched her folds, feeling the warmth and wetness that indicated how aroused she was. Slowly, he began to stroke her gently, teasing her with each fingertip.

Mitsuri arched her back, moaning softly as Emrick's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She could feel herself growing closer to orgasm, but she wanted him to hurry up a bit. "Faster," she urged breathlessly. "You can do better than that."