“She's already admitted what she is.” “You're lying!” Paris moaned. The rich girl shuddered. “She never would do that.” “'Look at that skank writhe in need,' Petra wrote,” I said, reading the stream's chat. “'She just needs to admit to be Justin's sex slave like me then the puta will explode!'” I gave Paris an arched look. “See, Petra is loving the show. And Justin's watching, too.” “Oh, god, no,” Paris moaned, still thrusting the dildo in and out of her cunt. “Not him.” “Just admit it and be his sex slave,” I told her. My pussy was on fire. I wanted to touch myself. I could touch myself. My left hand darted down then shoved up beneath my skirt while my right held my phone pointed at Paris slamming the dark-purple dildo over and teen over into her cunt. I trembled as my fingers climbed up my inner thigh, the ripple of heat racing before them like the breaking waves before the bow of a steaming ship. I groaned, reading the comments flying up the screen. “This is so hot to watch with Tracy's big tits sliding up and down my dick,” Master typed. “Shit, look at that whore masturbate herself! She can't cum!” “No, she can't, Master,” I moaned, my fingers reaching my pussy. I stroked up and down my shaved flesh, loving the feel of my hot, silky delight. Tingles rippled through me. “Oh, god, is Justin really watching this?” moaned Paris. She thrust her dildo in and out faster and faster, churning her cunt to a boiling froth. “Oh, god, this can't be happening!” “Oh, it is, slut,” I moaned. I thrust three fingers into my juicy snatch, shuddering as they stretched me open. I fucked them in and out of me, pleasure fluttering through me as I watched Paris attempt to cum. She pinched her clit and rubbed her fingers against her bud with her left hand while the right thrust the dildo in and indian out of her juicy snatch. Her cream coated the shaft and glistened on her flushed flesh. Her thighs shuddered while her small tits jiggled. Her gorgeous, nineteen-year-old face twisted with rapture. “I just need a little more,” she panted, jamming that dildo deep into her. “Then just say your Justin's slut like me!” I groaned. “Then you'll cum so hard.” Her face twisted with agonized ecstasy. She shuddered, her head shaking back and forth. “No!” I wanted that big shaft in me. I wanted my daddy to fuck me so hard. "You should feel lucky, you're going to get quite a show before we send your fag*ot ass down to Hell," he whispered in his ear. Was it time to actually marry my women? “Let me wash you Tanya.” Mom decided to fly back to the Hamptons indian with Fred and Dakota. "You like it?" Sorry!” apologetically. I hiked my gray skirt, flashing my pink panties. It was the ultimate act of surrender. Ted calls time a fourth teen time. Too bad, thought Mitch.