"I like it, Sir, but if wanted my p***y eaten, I'd have to your daughter do it. I don't need any more tongue, Sir, I need c**k. I need it so badly."
I chuckled, sitting up on my knees. I grabbed her ankles and yanked her back toward me, pulling her legs on either side of my hips. I took hold of my c**k and slapped it once against her cunt and she trembled.
"f**k," she said.
"That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, put it in me."
I moved my shaft back and forth across her p***y lips, and then I looked at Emma. Her legs had closed and she was watching us.
"What do you think, Emma? Do you think I should f**k your Mistress?"
"Say yes!" Ivy said desperately.
"Don't tell her how to answer," I snapped, "or you get nothing."
"I'm sorry, Master," Ivy said. She looked at Em
