“Feel good?” she asked. “Is wicked Tabitha teasing you? Is she driving you half crazy?” He nodded with fascinated helplessness, like a rabbit confronted by a snake. “Of course I am. But I can do better than that. Let’s see all the way crazy.” Cupping his balls in one hand she slid the other in between the base of his c**k and his asshole and began to rub in circles.
“Ah!” he cried. His hips bounced on the table. His hands clenched. A glistening bead of pre-come formed at the head of his c**k.
“Some feminists think that s*x is an agent of male domination, but we see it differently, don’t we, girls,” Tabitha laughed, glancing at her compatriots.
“That’s right,” Kelly giggled. “Just look at you.”
“You see, you’ll do anything I want you to, just in hopes that I’ll make you come,” Tabitha s
