The girl who rode Margie’s lips called out loudly and began to drive her cunt hard against Margie’s mouth. The white woman felt the girl’s thighs tense against the sides of her head and could taste a flood of the girl’s juices flow over her lips. The girl’s body shook as she thrust her hips back and forth, determined to enjoy every single throb of her climax and to maximize the friction of her prisoner’s helpless lips against her throbbing slit.
When the girl atop her was finished, she was replaced by another. As soon as the new woman began to rock her hips over Margie’s mouth, the tongue between the white woman’s thighs renewed its assault.
Later, Margie tried fruitlessly to remember how many of the women took their enjoyment atop her. She knew that she had come three times. She did not
