“Are you watching this?” I heard Mistress Katt say to Zack.
“Yes,” he replied.
“Yes, what?” she sounded angry.
“Yes, Mistress Katt,” Zack said, his breath a little labored as he worked slowly away at his c**k as he watched Mistress Katt playing with my spread p***y.
I gasped as I felt something probing between the delicate folds of my p***y. It felt smooth, dry, and silken and it nudged urgently at my entrance as it made its way inside me. It was Mistress Katt’s panties. She was stuffing my v****a with those tiny, silk panties that had concealed her perfect p***y and it felt so damn good. Probing, pushing, Mistress Katt eased those panties inside my wet p***y, not stopping until every scrap of material was hidden inside the crinkled walls of my sopping cunt. She then took off her shoes
