Michelle is gasping and panting as she begins to melt, herself, under the relentless orgasms topless bikini she is topless bikini being forced to deliver.
Her entire body is on fire.
The topless bikini chill of the ice on her clit and in her ass does nothing to topless bikini dampen the fiery passion in her body.
Michelle is rocking back topless bikini and forth on the hands as she fucks them.
Her muscles spasm and jerk as she grips the fingers inside her.
Finally, the ice topless bikini is gone, transformed into warm, sweet water dripping down her legs.
The hands slip out of her body.
Michelle straightens herself up, as she manages to stand unaided.
Cindy is again very business-like as she holds the tray in front of the men, one at a time.
“Please Sir, would you like a moist towel to wipe your hands?” she asks each one.
The men each take a small white towel from the tray and clean them of Michelle’s copious secretions.
Michelle stands there silently, concentrating on the echoes of her orgasms as they resonate throughout her body topless bikini, and on the slick wetness on her thighs; the sweet, fragrant testament to her lust topless bikini and her delight in being used so shamelessly by these powerful, anonymous men.
Michelle is topless bikini given only a few minutes respite to recover from the men’s explorations topless bikini of her body, before the coquettish young Cindy, resplendent and radiant in her black leather body harness, leads Michelle by the hand to the other side of the table.
Here, three people have arranged their chairs in a triangle.
Cindy directs Michelle to the center of the triangle.
In front of her are the woman who had fondled Michelle’s breast with her foot, and a man in a topless bikini dark blue suit.
Behind her is another man, this one wearing a jet-black suit.
Michelle topless bikini assumes her standard position, legs spread slightly apart, with her hands folded together topless bikini behind topless bikini her neck.
Cindy returns in a moment with topless bikini her tray.
She moves behind Michelle and sets the tray down on the table.
A moment later, a flash of red whirls in front of Michelle’s eyes, and then the silk cloth that had been covering the tray was now wrapped around Michelle’s head, covering her eyes.