Page 57 of Silver Fox Daddies

“Cash will take care of that,” says Diesel, softly hinting to his buddy as he returns to my face. His mouth reaches my neck, planting slow, passionate kisses there that release several sighs from me. I didn’t realize how sensitive a neck could be.

Or maybe that’s just the Diesel effect.

Bishop runs his finger up my center, shaking my entire body. The arousal rushes to my head, consciousness edging away. He strokes through my folds in soft, circular motions.

But I need more.

“Harder.”

“Harder?” he says. I look up to see Bishop arch a mischievous eyebrow. “If the lady insists.”

I don’t expect him to plunge a finger inside.

“Oh my god!”

“That okay?”

“Yeah.” I shut my eyelids and focus on the sensations. There’s too much happening at once. There’s Bishop between my thighs and now Diesel and Cash at each of my breasts.

But not for long.

“It’s my turn at her pussy,” insists Cash, rushing south of the table to get between my legs.

Damn, my naked body really brings out the wild side of him.

“Not yet. I’ve only just started.”

Perhaps Cash will get his chance between my legs sooner than later, given that Bishop looks ready to pass out.

“God, sweetheart, I can’t wait to fuck your tight virgin cunt.”

“Who says you’re going first?” asks Cash.

“Alright!” Diesel takes his mouth from my breasts to sort out the other two. “Enough of the competition. We’re here for Melissa’s pleasure. Our pleasure comes last.”

They all look at each other, reaching some agreement, and all the while I’m here, naked, waiting for them to finish what they started.

“Hello?” I extend my arms. “I’m dying over here.”

Diesel goes to look at my face but gets distracted by something else. His dark eyebrows part, a gasp falling out of his mouth.

“Fuck.”

“I know, right?” says Bishop. “Spread your legs for us, darling.”

I do as I’m told.

Now would be a good time to get my hands back on that retro camera, to snap a picture of their faces. They paint the most wonderful picture.

But they’d paint an even better one if they shredded the clothes.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“That’s for a reason, darling,” says Diesel. “If we lose them, we lose all hope of self-restraint.”

“But I don’t want you to restrain yourself.”

They toss one another a look, but Diesel turns his attention back to my pussy, reaching in to run his finger up my center.