“Come on. I saw you do better than that. Don’t make me ram that c**k down your throat again to get the spit I need.”
Susan said, “Whatever you want, ma’am.”
She did spit again though.
Martha turned back with her t**s glistening between and stroked Davis with them. After a while, she stood and ordered Davis. “Spit.”
He did.
She turned and did the same to Susan.
Martha rubbed her t**s together and then said, “Suck my n*****s, Susan.”
Davis leaned out and watched Susan suck and lick Martha’s n*****s. He started stroking his own hard, wet c**k.
Martha turned back and he moved his hand away like he thought he would get in trouble.
Martha said nothing about it. He watched her wet n*****s bob as she slid up and down his length.
“Get over here, Susan, and take out your tits.”
Susan cra
