Broken

I had my answer soon enough. I saw a faint movement from her as almost imperceptivity, she pressed her bare feet flat against the carpet and subtly lifted her hips a millimeter off the sofa — and then she did it again. I also noticed that her red nails were digging into the soft fabric of the sofa seat, spasmodically clutching and releasing with a slow cadence. Her toes began curling sensually with each stroke of his finger.

I could see the finger was wet and slippery from her juices. I glanced up at Raul’s face, and found him staring back at me. The bastard was smiling! I fought to curse at him but my tongue felt too thick to say anything. I silently swore I’d kill him if I got the chance!

Rage was fighting to overcome the pleasure building in my own loins, caused by Carman’s expert manipulations. Pleasure won out in the end as I started trembling uncontrollably, my orgasm ready to burst forth. I knew it would be a huge one. I’d never felt hornier in my life, or my cock so sensitive. A spider walked across my mind as Susan’s face floated before me, but then quickly disappeared. That damned tea must have also been a stimulant!