“Please make me cum,” she pleaded, almost crying. “Poor thing. Porn video I want more…”
“I knew you were going to say that.” Jake smiled and gestured towards the kitchen door. He lifted her ass up, as she stood her legs spread ever so slightly apart hoping that what would come would relieve her growing renewed tingling. “I swear to you I don’t.”
Richard and Helena both turned to Jake who was now sitting on one of the dining room chairs. “Give it to me Jacky,” she murmured. He gently caressed her cheek with the inside of his hand. He hesitated about giving her his cock which was now coated with pussy juice, saliva and unmistakable thin traces of ass juice giving the combination a deliciously dirty odor. “You are not asking nicely,” said
