The Hot Strategy Meeting (2) Madam, Belle, and Xena
As Josephine began to move, her body undulating with a fierce intensity, a low growl escaped her throat. "Oh, Lyan," she gasped, her voice husky with desire. "You feel so good inside me."
"Give me more please more!" She howled as she went vigorously up and down. The sound of his rod creating splashes and moving vigorously in inserting and pulling his rod drives her mind crazy.
Her movements became more urgent, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that seemed to echo the pulse of their mission. Lyan's hands tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he matched her pace, their bodies moving as one.
Belle and Xena watched, their hearts racing in time with the pounding of their blood. They moved closer, their hands seeking out each other in the dimly-lit room. Their fingers intertwined, their breaths becoming shallow as they too felt the tide of passion rising.