He is bulging. Edging forward between his legs, I unbelt and unzip him, struggling a little to release his already hard c**k from his clothes. Michael releases his grip on my hair, and behind me, I hear the sounds of undressing.
As I drop to wipe my tongue across the droplet seeping from my Master´s c**k-head, fingers probe behind me, dipping into my p***y, testing me.
Michael´s voice, “She´s dripping. Our Charlotte´s back again."
Then his hand pushes the back of my head, pressing me down over my Master´s pulsing shaft. “Go on. We both expect to see more than that in there. Get your mouth around him properly." I gape, as pushed inexorably downwards, the thick shaft penetrating my mouth, I take as much as I can.
“Thank you, Michael. I believe I can handle matters at this end. You make s
