Savannah 2:2 - Gwen's turn

Linda's fingers slid over Gwen's shoulders as she pulled her closer. A rush of heat ran between them. Her fingers were soft and gentle yet firm guiding Gwen tighter into the embrace. Gwen's fingers ran over Linda's arms in kind. Her skin was so different than that of a man. It was soft and smooth, pliable as her fingers kneaded into it. Her breath was sweet and forbidden. Her tongue was dangerous in Gwen's mouth. All Gwen's thoughts turned to how it would feel on the rest of her body.

Linda pulled her tighter and slowly eased Gwen back against the cushions of the sofa. There was a sensual urgency to her grip, that of a woman needing to be touched, yearning to feel skin against skin. Linda's lips slid from Gwen's mouth, kissing her way across her jawline. Gwen's body pressed against her. She felt the swell of Linda's breasts straining against her own. Gwen raised her leg up, tucking it over hers, moaning softly at the assault on her senses.

"See," Linda purred in Gwen's ear, "not so much different than a man, is it."

"No," Gwen whispered as Linda's fingers now grazed over her thigh.

Gwen's body flushed with the sensations of being seduced. Her head was light with the feelings. She knew her nipples were erect and the moistness between her thighs gave away exactly how she felt. She was barely aware that her dress was being pushed up and Linda's fingers now crept up the inside of her thighs. Gwen's fingers pulled at Linda's blouse, trying to free it from her body so she could get a taste of her exquisite skin. Suddenly Linda's hands were at her core and Gwen sucked in a sharp breath.

"My, my, it seems my hired toy for the evening has gotten her panties all wet." Linda smiled up at Gwen whose face turned pink. "It also seems like my toy is enjoying this."

Linda slowly slid a finger around Gwen's wet cunt, softly caressing her folds before easing into her. Her finger glided easily inside, feeling Gwen's slick juices surround her. Her finger moved out over her, touching her, exploring her. Gwen allowed herself to feel what a woman's touch could do. It was so different from a man. So different from the usual of going right for her cunt as opposed to caressing and teasing all the areas around it. Linda was bringing her closer without actually touching her clit. Gwen's breath caught in her throat. Her dress was now pushed all the way up around her waist and her panties were tugged to the side. Linda's hot breath blew over her clit and Gwen resisted the urge to come.

"Come on darling, I want you to come for me," Linda whispered to her. "Come for me my little toy. Show Bryant here how good it feels to be pleasured by a woman."

Gwen turned to look at Bryant. He stared, mesmerized by his wife. His one hand rubbed the hard bulge between his legs while the other gripped the arm of his chair. He leaned forward ever so slightly,wanting so much to see everything.

Linda's tongue running alongside her cunt snapped Gwen's attention back to her host. She groaned as the hot tongue swirled over her. Linda's fingers rubbed Gwen's dripping cunt lips as her tongue teased over Gwen's clit. Gwen's breaths came as pants now. Her fingers tangled in Linda's hair. Her body writhed under the touch as a small trickle of sweat made it's way down between her breasts. A warm flush began to creep up her neck. Her core began the slow burn to her climax.

Gwen gasped for breath as Linda teased and swirled and licked over her cunt. "Please," she cried. "Oh, please."

It was only then that Linda gave her what she wanted. The soft flat of her tongue dragged over Gwen's clit. She licked at her then, licked at her clit, her hard little bud, finding the rhythm to send Gwen over the edge. Gwen's hips pushed up hard to meet her tongue. The pleasure beginning to peak wildly, suddenly taking a hold of her body. Her mouth opened into a silent scream as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her. Gwen found her voice as another wave crashed. She cried out loudly as her orgasm rushed through her body. Her neck and face flushed red and her legs trembled beneath the touch of the more skilled woman. Linda coaxed Gwen's body into releasing everything she had, giving Linda all of her body, her heat, her pleasure.

Sinking deep into the sofa, Gwen tried to catch her breath as the pulsing in her cunt began to ebb. Linda smiled up at her and then gently crawled up her body to give Gwen a long deep kiss. Their mouths rekindled the heat between Gwen's thighs and she could feel the aching already beginning again.

"Linda, god, you need to teach me how to do that to you." Gwen said between kisses. "I want you to feel the same way I do right now. I want you to feel more."

"I certainly hope so," said Linda as she nipped at Gwen's lower lip and slowly sat up. "How about we take this to the bedroom so there's more room for us to explore."

Gwen nodded and eased her body into a standing position. She looked Linda in the eyes as she pulled the zipper down on her dress and let it slip down her hips and fall to the floor.

"Good start," Linda said as she took Gwen's hand to lead her to the bedroom.

If Gwen had bothered to glance over her shoulder, she would have seen Bryant stripping off his clothes and follow them.

To be continued...

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Savannah 2:1 - Gwen's next date

Gwen studied herself in the mirror and wondered what men saw in her. On top of that, she wondered what her husband ever saw in her. It was obviously nothing he desired for some time. She knew marriages tended to falter at times and she shouldn't take too much to heart but she couldn't help it. At least since coming to work for Madame Gretchen the men she fucked seemed to like her well enough.

She looked at the calendar, surprised by the weeks that have gone by since starting her "career" as an escort. She limited herself to one date a week to service these men so it wouldn't seem too out of place for her to be gone in the evening. The weeks when her husband was actually home, she put herself off limits so as not to accidently cross paths with him. It seemed the cautious thing to do.

Gwen picked up her hairbrush and ran it through her locks. She had a little over an hour to get ready for her date this evening. The gentleman requested that she wear something formal, but easy to remove. She laughed inwardly at that request. She couldn't imagine wearing something that was difficult to remove. She was, after all, specifically asked to meet him for sex. What did he think she would wear, a chastity belt? Nevertheless, she picked out a simple black silk sheath, black lace bra and thong and black thigh high stockings. She didn't really need the stockings on a warm evening like this, but the men seemed to like them. She'd slip on a pair of black stilettos pumps right before she left as to save her feet some discomfort as long as she could.

Gwen finished with her makeup, slipped on her dress and shoes and made her way to her car. The address she was given was only a few miles away and she preferred driving herself as opposed to being at the mercy of a cabbie's schedule.

The building was impressive, from what Gwen could see, it was well maintained and expensive. The ride up to the man's apartment was guick and Gwen took one last deep breath before knocking on the door. While feeling nervous, she enjoyed what she did every bit as much as the men who enjoyed her company. She was looking forward to the evening's tryst.

The door opened and a strikingly handsome man met her gaze. Gwen smiled demurely and introduced herself.

"Please, come in."

Gwen walked into a lush foyer and followed him into a large sitting room where, to Gwen's surprise, sat an equally striking woman.

"I'm sorry," Gwen said as she turned to leave, " I must have the wrong address."

"No," said the man. " No, you have the right place. This is, um, my wife Linda. She, um, well..."

Linda held up her hand and stopped him. "I found out about his little date and decided to see for myself who he was fucking while I wasn't around."

Gwen felt the heat in her face. She was so embarrassed. "Look, I'm sorry. I had no idea.."

Linda cut her off. "Please, I've know for a long time that Bryant has been going outside our marriage. I just wanted to see who it was this time. Funny, though, I thought you'd be more..." Linda waved her hand trying to come up with the right word.

"Trashy?" Gwen offered with a small smile.

Linda's face broke into a smile as well, "Why yes. That would be the right word. But you're obviously not. In fact, you're quite lovely. Please, sit down. I know this is awkward, but I'd like to talk to you."

Gwen took a seat beside the woman on the sofa. Bryant sat as well but looked much less comfortable with the situation.

"Look, I realize this isn't what you planned for the evening. Bryant and I have already shared some words about the situation." She looked at Bryant who looked at the floor. "However, now that you're here and now that I've had a chance to see you, I'm thinking that this evening can turn out different. So here's the thing, I don't know how much was agreed to for payment, but I have a proposition for you if you're interested."

Gwen looked from Linda, to Bryant, who looked stunned, and back to Linda again. "I'm listening."

"What would it cost for both of us to be with you tonight?"

Gwen was taken aback. She never thought about being with a woman. She knew plenty of women who had, even some of her friends when they were in college, but never her. The thought didn't repulse her though, in fact it made her curious. A dull throb started between her thighs as she thought about it. She imagined the feel of a woman's breast beneath her hand, the soft sensual skin against hers, the taste of of a woman's sweet juices that weren't her own. Gwen flushed with the thoughts. She looked over at Bryant. From his facial expression, it was easy to see he was very interested in this idea. He was handsome, well built and obviously into it. Linda was a beautiful woman, lithe and natural. The though of both of them together with her in bed doubled the feelings between her thighs.

Gwen had to carefully consider her words and actions. Madame Gretchen warned her about being honest with her regarding money. If Gwen fucked her over, the job would no longer be hers. On top of that, she had no idea what to charge.

"Consider the addition of you as part of the original fee. To be completely honest, I've never been with a woman before and I can't see charging you for something in which I have no experience." Gwen said. And she didn't want to make Madame Gretchen angry.

"But you have experience pleasuring a man?" Linda asked.

"Well, yes..."

"Then pleasuring a woman isn't much different. Besides, I have experience so I can teach you." With those words, Linda leaned forward and pressed her lips against Gwen's. Linda's soft tongue probed her lips until she parted them to let her enter. Gwen melted at her touch and instantly knew this would be an evening to remember. Their kiss deepened as both women pulled each other into a deep embrace. Somewhere behind them Bryant gasped as Gwen began to delve into this new territory.

To be continued...

Savannah 1:5 - Fucking Stephan

Thank you to the very wonderful Madeline Glass for including me in the June 12 Sex Blog Roundup on Fleshbot!


Gwen softly whispered back to Stephen, "How would you like me to fuck you. You normally have to please the woman, but this is your turn to receive the pleasure. Tell me what you'd like."

As Gwen spoke the words, her hand snaked between her thighs and caressed his growing cock.

Stephan sighed and closed his eyes, not in any hurry to rush through such sensations.

"Would you like me to slide under you and wrap my legs around your back? Perhaps you'd like me on top so I can ride you while you fondle my breasts. Maybe you're really naughty and you'd like me to fuck you from behind."

Stephen's eyes opened and he laughed. "I could get into all those things, but for now, I think I'd like you to start on top just as we are." He leaned back in the chair and admired her.

"I like your thinking," she said and shifted so she could straddle her legs over his.

Gwen felt her cunt pulse at the thought of being fucked. It's something she needed for so long and here was her chance to be fucked by a man who did it for a living. She knew she was in for a good time regardless of where her talents lie. She lowered herself against his cock. His erection pulsed against her wet heat as she began to slide herself against him.

Stephan smiled deeply, "God, I could so easily slip inside you right now. You are so fucking wet."

Gwen merely smiled back and slid up and down his now hard erection. She slid him against her clit, the head of his cock teasing her arousal. She gasped softly, her body aching for the release she waited so long to have. Stephan sensed it. Even though the task was about his pleasure, he needed her to come for him. He needed to claim this first orgasm as his own. He sensed how much she had need for the pleasure and how much more she was likely to want once she had it. His cock throbbed against her as he watched her body writhe on top of him. His hands took hold of her hips, moving her against him.

Gwen gasped and tossed her head back. The silky pleasure climbed through her body and ensnared every essence of her being. She groaned loudly, her voice barely her own. His cock pressed hard against her, the head of his cock teasing and teasing her clit. Her body was not her own any longer. It moved with the passion running through her. She had to stop, though. She achingly pulled herself away. It wasn't about her. She wanted this job so much and this display wasn't supposed to be about her.

"Stop", she gasped and grabbed at Stephen's hands. "Stop, I need to pleasure you, not the other way around."

"That's not the way I see it," he said gruffly, continuing to move her against him. "This is what I want, to have you, to possess you. I want you to come on me. I want you to cum and then I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your swollen cunt and feel you tighten around me as you cum again."

It was all Gwen could do to keep from coming right then. Having Stephen tell her what to do and what he wanted to do was all she needed. Her hands released his and pressed against his chest. Her breasts heaved as she allowed herself to lose control. Her hips moved roughly against him, needing to feel his cock pressing hard against her. She rubbed herself against him over and over, his hands moving her, encouraging her. She felt her juices gushing from her cunt as her body responded to his will.

"That's it," she cried. "Oh God, that's it." Her body quaked against him as the orgasm moved through her. He groaned as she came, pulling her tight against him, enjoying how her body moved and writhed. He found it different than the normal women who hired him. None had her passion, the total release into herself. It's what he wanted.

As she moaned and writhed with her orgasm, he roughly grabbed her hips and lifted her up. With one fluid movement, he impaled her with his cock, sliding deep inside her with one thrust. She cried out pleasure and dug her nails into his chest. The last of her orgasm pulsed around him and he could barely contain himself. With a growl, he thrust up hard into her. He needed to take her completely. She groaned deeply and smiled. This is what she was waiting for. His thick cock fucked her hard, filling her tight cunt with his heat.

She leaned over then and found his mouth. As her hips rocked back and forth over him, fucking him, her tongue swirled over his. She couldn't get enough of him. She needed him inside her deeper and deeper and he needed the same.

She broke the kiss and throatily whispered in his ear, "This is what you want isn't it. You want me to fucking ride you, to take your hard cock deep into my hot wet cunt. Can you feel it? Can you feel my tight little cunt squeezing around you? Oh god, I can feel you. I can feel your hot cock sliding in and out of my tight little cunt. Can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel how fucking wet you made me? Oh god. Do you want me to come on you again? Do you want to feel it?" The words tumbled from her mouth as he relentlessly pounded into her. He didn't have to worry about her this time, she didn't hire him. He could do whatever he wanted for his pleasure.

Stephan groaned loudly. "Oh fuck, fuck, I'm close. You're so fucking tight around me. God, come for me again. I'll come if you do. I need you to come."

Gwen knew she wouldn't need much. She slid her hand down in between their bodies again and her fingers moved over her clit. It was so engorged, needing to be touched again. She circled her clit, sliding her fingers around and around. Her cunt reacted, tightening around Stephan's cock. He groaned again. She moved her hand frantically, needing the second release, knowing it was so close.

Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved faster. Stephan's hips thrust to her rhythm, her body achingly close. Her cunt tightened and pulsed around him, the sensations flooding her again. Lights flashed behind her eyes as she cried out again and again, her orgasm ripping through her as his cock fucked her. Wet juices streamed over him as her cunt rhythmically squeezed his cock, letting him feel the pulsing of her pleasure. It was all Stephan could take. Her orgasm around his cock was too much.

"Oh, god," he cried, "Gwen, I'm coming. I'm fucking coming." He pushed up hard against her, his cock throbbing deep within her cunt. His body shuddering as his cum spurted from his cock. He thrust again as he came hard deep inside her, emptying himself completely. He gasped for air, surprised by his lack of control and the frenzied nature of the way they fucked.

"Gwen," he panted, "you made me completely lose all control. I never lose control like that."

Gwen breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath. She smiled wickedly and asked, "Does that mean I pass?"

Stephan laughed loudly and pulled her in for a kiss. "Yes, darling, you pass with flying colors."


to be continued in Chapter 2...

In case you were wondering where I was...

I'm still here for you.

Longing for your touch.

Wanting to feel your body against mine.

My own hands tracing where yours should be.

Feeling bliss, yet needing more.

It won't be long now.

Savannah 1:4 - Sucking his cock

Thank you to the very wonderful Madeline Glass for mention in Fleshbot for April 17!

Gwen allowed herself another minute of pleasure before pulling away from Stephan. As much as she wanted him to ravish her, she knew he needed to be pleasured by her if this was to be the path her life would take. She leaned forward and look Stephan's hand. Moving slowly and seductively, she brought it up to her mouth. She could smell the evidence of her on his fingers and she took them one by one into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over his fingers, allowing her to taste herself on him. Stephan gasped and reached out with his other hand to caress her thigh.

Gwen smiled at him. "Let's see what we can do about those clothes of yours."

"Mmmm, please do," he said.

Gwen straddled Stephans's legs and set to work on his trousers. She could see already that he was erect, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Gwen smiled again relishing in his arousal. Her fingers moved deliberately, sliding down the zipper slowly. She slipped the button through the hole and parted his pants. Underneath revealed black fabric stretched tightly over his engorged cock. Her fingertips slid around the top of his briefs and she pulled them down just enough to expose the head of his cock.

Her legs slid from his as her body sank to the floor. She nuzzled her face against his thigh before moving to let the tip of her tongue lick around the head of his cock. Stephan sucked in his breath sharply. Gwen giggled.

"Would you like me to do that again?" she asked as she pulled his trousers and pants down further.

"Darling, I want you to do that repeatedly." Stephan lifted up from the chair and Gwen slid his clothes completely off. "And then I want you to fuck me."

Gwen's could feel the rush of wetness between her thighs when he said those words. No one had spoken those words to her in a long time. For a brief moment, she wanted to tell Stephan to take her, to do what he wanted with her. She would have done anything to have him push her onto the floor and fuck her, to feel his weight on her body as he took her. But she couldn't, not right now.

"Then let me get to it," she said and winked at him.

She looked back down to his cock. He was free of his clothes now. Her hand wrapped around his base, stroking slowly. His hard length jutted out from his body. Gwen was already looking forward to feeling him sliding inside her. She licked her lips and then bent over him.

She took her time with him, letting her tongue slide around his head before licking down his shaft. She teased him, feeling him pulse in her hand. She licked over the veins that ran up his cock, feeling the beat of his heart through his cock. She swirled her tongue up and down before finally allowing her lips to slip over the head of his cock. Her warm mouth, slick with saliva, pulled his cock inside. She slid her tongue around his head again as she pulled him in deeper. Stephan groaned as his length touched the back of her throat.

"God, you know how to do that." he whispered, his voice becoming raspy. Fingers tangled in her hair as he drew her in.

Gwen allowed him to guide his cock in and out of her mouth. All the while her tongue traced over his length. Wetness dripped from her mouth as she sucked his erect cock. Her hand stroked up and down as his cock slid in and out. She could feel him harden more, his cock growing thicker. Stephan's groans became rhythmic and Gwen slipped her other hand to his balls.

She caressed him, her fingers gently pulling on him, as he fucked her mouth. She rubbed her saliva into him, working her fingers around his balls and stroking the sensitive skin leading back to his ass. Stephan's body tensed, his cock growing thicker still as Gwen's licked and sucked at him. He pushed his body to her, forcing her hand to slide over his ass. Stephan gasped as she did and she knew what he wanted. Not slowing her mouth, she moved her fingers over his tight hole, spreading the wetness that had dripped down between his cheeks. Stephan groaned again.

"Gwen," he breathed, "if you start that you're going to make me cum."

Gwen hesitated. "Do you want to cum? Is that what you want?"

"God, ask me that again."

Gwen smiled. "Do you want to cum in my mouth? Do you want to fuck my mouth until you shoot your hot thick spunk down my throat? Do you want to feel my warm wet mouth sliding down onto your cock until all your cum pours from you?" she asked with a wicked edge to her voice.

"Fuck," he said. "God, you know just how to say that. Fuck yes, I want to cum in your mouth."

Gwen slid her mouth down over his cock again, her tongue teasing as she did. Stephan's fingers tightened in her hair and his body bucked up from the chair. As she took him deep into her throat, she slid one finger slowly into his ass. His body clenched around her as she moved it in and out of him.

"Yes," he groaned. "That's it, fuck, just like that."

Her finger fucked his ass as her mouth fucked his cock. Stepahn grunted and groaned as Gwen sucked him, bringing his cock in and out of her mouth. Gwen could feel how wet she was now. She wanted him with every fiber of her being. She wanted him to fill her, to give her his cum, to taste the essence of this man and make him cry out with pleasure. She wanted to please him so very much.

Suddenly Stephan's grip tightened in her hair. Gwen didn't slow as she felt his cock begin to surge. Just as the first jet hit her throat, she slid her finger hard and deep into his ass. Stephan growled as another thick jet of his cum poured into her mouth, followed by another and another. She almost gaged but she swallowed hard as he came, drinking every drop he shot into her mouth. His hands forced her head down onto his cock, leaving her breathless as she sucked at him. His body moved up to her, holding her on his cock while feeling the last of his orgasm ripple through his body.

As his hands slowly relaxed and released their grip on her hair, she lazily licked at his cock, cleaning him of any missed cum. She eventually looked up to him to see him smiling down at her.

"Do I pass the test?" she asked.

Stephan laughed and pulled her up to him. His lips pressed against hers. Their kiss deepened and, to her surprise, Gwen felt his cock stir once more.

As he broke from her he whispered, "So far, but that was only part one, we still have to see how well you can fuck a man."

to be continued...

Savannah 1:3 - The Introduction

Gwen's body surged under Stephan's touch. Every inch of her was set aflame as his lips caressed hers. It was what she needed, what she desired. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their two bodies crushed together as lust overtook her. She wanted him now and his body responded in kind. His fingers grabbed at her clothes, pulling at them, trying to remove them. Just as his hands reached the clasp of her bra, she caught herself. She pulled her mind back from the haze of lust surrounding her and came to her senses.

This was her test, her time to show she knew what a man desired. Stephan was only giving her what she needed. It was his job, he pleasured women. He could sense what they wanted and she needed to prove she could too. As much as she wanted him to pleasure her, she wanted this job more. She wanted to be in control. Doing this for Madame Gretchen gave her the control she wanted. It also was a means to the pleasure she needed.

Stephan sensed the change in her. "Do you want me to stop?" he looked questioningly into her eyes. "Is it too much?"

Gwen shook her head. "No, it's definitely not too much, but it's my job to pleasure you, not the other way round." She grinned at him.

Stephan cocked his brow, "I thought you'd catch on." He smiled back at her.

Gwen took a step closer to him and pushed his chest causing him to lose balance and flop into the cushy chair behind him. Stephan's smile grew as Gwen backed away. She hesitated a second before starting.

"What would you like to see first?" she asked as she toyed with her hair.

"Mmmm," Stephan hummed softly. "I like this game. I want to see your breasts."

Gwen smiled coyly and ran her finger up her neck to her mouth. She sucked on her finger for a moment before letting it trail down her neck and between her breasts. Stephan licked his lips. She fluidly unbuttoned her blouse, pausing between each button so as not to reveal anything too quickly. Reaching the bottom, she turned around and let the blouse slowly slide from her shoulders. The soft blue silk fluttered to the floor in a pile around her feet.

Gwen looked over her shoulder and winked at Stephan. "Perhaps it would be better if you got the whole picture before I turned around."

With that she slowly slid her skirt zipper down. Her hands pushed it over her hips. Instead of letting it slide to the floor, however, she kept hold of the skirt and, bending at the waist, pushed it down her legs. She knew the view of her tight ass pushed up into the air would get to Stephan and his gasp told her she was right. The rustle of clothing also told her he was getting aroused and uncomfortable.

She released the skirt and slowly stood up. She turned to face him standing in front of him in only her bra, panties and stiletto shoes. Stephan's face was flushed and it caused Gwen to smile. It was far too long since she was able to make a man react this way.

"Do you still want to see my breasts?" she asked as she slid one bra strap down her arm.

"Yes," he croaked and adjusted himself.

Gwen slid her hands behind her and unclasped her bra. Her shoulders shrugged off the straps and she eased the bra from her body. Her firm, pert breasts pointed out, her nipples were hard with her arousal. She dropped the bra to the floor and brought her hands back up. She caressed her breasts as if a lover's hands guided them. Her fingers traced circles around her nipples and she couldn't help but gasp as she pinched one of them. Stephan gasped with her.

In a husky voice she asked, "Now what would you like to see?"

Stephan leaned forward, watching her intently. "Your cunt," he said, "show me your cunt."

She smiled at him and turned from him once more. She took the sides of her panties and slid them down. She bent at the waist again so he would have a full view of her moist cunt when she bent over. Stephan gasped. He was clearly aroused, but she wanted to make him want her, desire her just as much as she desired him. If she were able to make a man want her, then she did her job. That's what it was all about Madame Gretchen told her. Please him, make him want you, make him desire you so that he comes back again and again.

She turned back to him and stepped out of her panties. "Do you still want to see it?" she asked as she took a step closer to him.

"Yes," he groaned.

With one stilettoed foot, she pushed him back in his chair. With her foot on his chest, she leaned into close and whispered, "It's right here for you."

She moved her foot to the side and rested it on the arm of the chair. She stood in front of him now, one foot up on the chair, the other in between his legs. He stared up at her, surprise and lust on his face. Gwen suspected he wasn't expecting this. She took his hand and moved it up her thigh. She whispered to him again, "It's right here for you." and placed his hand at her cunt.

His fingers immediately ran over her, sliding through the wetness that had developed as she was stripping for him. Gwen moaned softly as his fingers explored her. Expert fingers ran over her and Gwen rolled her hips toward him. Her cunt welcomed fingers that weren't her own and a flush ran over her body.

to be continued...