The haze of lust was sliced through by the voice of Kerry, but it was no longer concern that she used, but something uncleaner, something that caused her voice to roll down with a low, sultry rasp. "Sister Ada…" she whimpered, and her eyes were darting back and forth between us, and her fingers were clenching into balls at her sides.
"Dexter said, only a pussy can soothe his stiff cock... " Kerry's words suspended in the air, with implication, and I saw how Ada stopped breathing, how her thighs went.
Ada was looking down at my cock, her lips parting, and her tongue rolled out, slow and deliberate and wet in her mouth, asking to be used. "Dexter…" she mumbled, her voice shaking with the urge to do it, her fingers jerking at her side as though she was struggling to extend them and embrace me with the aching fulfilment of her desire.
