Just as she was thinking how much heaven this was she felt her thighs being pulled apart again and a tongue start flicking her engorged clit, however this was not Jane, and Guy was behind Jane fucking her arse, so who was licking her? XXX The hands she was feeling were those of a woman, soft and gentle, with pointed manicured nails. “Who is it” she blurted out. With that Kirsty grabbed a towel and tried to cover as much of her body as she could. After a few seconds both boys backed away from her abused holes and sat on the floor, eye level to her battered pussy and arse, admiring the damage they had inflicted. I could feel hers starting to get there so I signalled to all to stop. After depositing this into her mouth and again getting no response or movement we decided that she had probably had enough.
