“Enough!” his lordship cried.
Obediently, if somewhat reluctantly, Sarah drew back her head, and let the wet, gleaming phallus pop free of her clinging lips to quiver upright.
“Now, Philly. Sarah’s primed the pump, as it were. Show us what you can do, gal.”
Sarah rose to her feet and backed off, leaving the field to her sister. They waited; all eyes on Philippa. Moving like an automaton, she came to him, slowly lowering herself to kneel in front of the thoroughly aroused male. The taut prick stood straining with excitement only inches from her eyes. The tip of her tongue peeked out to rim her parted lips. She reached out with tentative fingers to take him by the base, as she had seen Sarah do, and she tilted the stiff rod down, moving forward to bring the straining tip to her lips.
“Go
