Chapter 392

Riley didn’t fight me. She seemed to enjoy my efforts as much as I did. And she didn’t hold back. She flung her other leg over the chair’s arm, and she raised her hips up and down in rhythm with my ministrations. I zeroed in on her clit, pushing her to a first orgasm. I felt her juices dripping off my chin, and it fleetingly went through my mind that I was glad the chair was leather and not fabric. Riley got wetter and wetter. I didn’t relent after she came, not for a second. I just kept pressing harder and harder. She couldn’t speak, not coherently. And then I pushed a finger inside her, and that set her off a second time.

There wasn’t even the hint of hair on her cunt. It truly was a perfect wax job. I wondered how much it cost and who did it, and I briefly imagined my wives and Riley and Crystal and Bianka all lined up getting waxed together. I smiled faintly at the thought and got back to work. I wasn’t going to stop until Riley insisted she couldn’t take it anymore. This