Rich moans fill the dark basement corridor. The end door’s ajar, its band of light guiding my way. I quietly ease it open for a fuller view.
My tech Charlie is stretched naked on the center table, her Millie fucking intensely between trembling, wide-spread legs.
Watching, my fingers strum my clit, as I twist and pull my nipple ring.
“Suck it, baby! Fuck me now! Harder!” Charlie cries, trashing wildly as she cums.
I’m soaking wet close, struggling to stand.
“Round two coming up, Kis!” they giggle.
Rules say I can’t touch, but there’s nothing at all about watching.
