Chapter 64 Maid For Pleasure (6)

Agnes knelt in front of Andrew, her hand wrapped tight around his dick, stroking him mercilessly, her wrist flicking fast and ruthless. She spanked it hard with her other hand—slap, slap, slap—the sharp cracks ringing out as she glared at it, smirking like a devil. “Come on, get back up,” she taunted, her voice low and fierce, smacking it again until he groaned, his hips jerking under her grip. Finally, it twitched and stiffened, standing tall again, red and throbbing, and she grinned, triumphant, giving it one last teasing squeeze. “Kate, get on your knees—doggy style,” Agnes commanded, her tone dripping with authority as she glanced at me, eyes blazing with heat. I scrambled into position, ass up, hands digging into the sheets, my pulse racing as she grabbed Andrew’s dick and guided him behind me. She slipped his cap against my pussy, so soft and warm, easing it in slow at first, and I gasped, the stretch hitting me just right as she pushed him deeper, her fingers brushing my skin like she was directing the whole damn show.