Well, Amy did almost all the hard work. As she let her tongue slide along the inner folds of pink wetness and up into the grooves around the already protruding c******s, she felt a slight lift in the hips under her, an almost imperceptible push to meet her eager stimulations to further enhance the pleasure it provided in Livia's ever welcoming body. Pleasure was what that body was all about, and that was what it was going to have - at all times - or at least as much as wonderful Livia could take. A moment later she had to laugh at her own chain of thoughts. Of course pleasure was much more than just the s****l stimulation itself. It was just as much about this worshiping part, obviously. The service. The unrelenting commitment to servitude, to cater for all her needs, at any time, no matte
