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Constance’s left nipple, the right, stroking the stretched, glistening protuberances almost right off the girl’s large breasts. Constance shivered and gripped Adele’s shoulders, still stroking the lecherous lady’s cunt with her pussy-mounted hard-on.
    Adele sucked on Constance’s breasts, inhaling as much of the girl’s tit as she could and urgently vaccing, then popping off, leaving shiny nipple and sodden, quivering breast-flesh behind. Before sucking up Constance’s other tit, tugging on that one just as excitedly. She bounced her head back and forth, kneading breast-meat, sucking on the ultra-sensitive tips. Making Constance shake with the force of her lust.
    I rubbed up and down against the thin painted wood like that thick dildo of Constance’s rubbed up against Adele. In utter despair and delight. I hated to see the gorgeous red, white, and blue girl get so rudely handled and sucked by the traitorous totalitarian Adele; and yet, I loved it – watching the innocent get ravaged by the ruthless, revelling in the depraved debauchery of it all. My tits and pussy urgently dragged against the wall as far as I could allow them without popping free of the proceedings, my entire body one long, raw, pulsating nerve ending.
    And then I gasped anew, when Adele at last unhanded and unmouthed Constance’s gleaming, glowing chest-fruit and dropped to her knees at the girl’s dong. She grasped Constance’s pink pole at the platformed base and poured her mouth over the shaft, consuming a good half of the dildo in one hardy gulp. The whole sordid scene hit a new low, and high.
    Adele sealed her stretched lips around the strapped-on fuck-tool and then sucked, like it was real meat affixed to Constance’s loins. She bobbed her head back and forth, dragging her mouth up and down the dildo, pumping her fist against the leather platform and Constance’s pussy de facto . She stared up at the girl she was oralising, and Constance gaped down at her, the beauty’s jaw and breasts hanging.
    Constance didn’t know how to react at first. But then the tugging pull and pushing thrust of Adele’s dildo-sucking, the pressure of the woman’s hand against her pussy, forced Constance to grab up her breasts and knead the heated humps, roll her pointing hard nipples between her own fingers. Obviously turned on by the strange turn of events – or a lot better actor than the underworld of underground smut deserved.
    Adele only blew the dong for a minute or so. Just long enough to get the plastic all wet and warm for its real purpose to come. Then she sprang back up onto her feet, shed her directorial garb like a snake sheds its second skin. She stepped out of her jodhpurs, whipcord, and cotton more starkly naked than Constance, a tan and blonde – and Red! – sex maniac.
    Adele gripped Constance by the dildo and sealed their lips together again. Then she jerked back, and dove onto the bed, coming up with her small breasts clutched in her hands and her legs spread wide and welcoming. ‘Fuck me, Constance! Stick your big, pink clit in my pussy and fuck me!’
    That was one way of looking at it. I adjusted my unblinking orb to follow it, biting my lip like Constance was biting hers, both our bodies quivering. The glory girl walked over to the bed and the laid-out traitor as if in a trance – a soaking wet dream. The gleam on Adele’s pussy lips was visible even to my naked eye. Constance stopped at the foot of the bed, unsure, not wanting to take the plunge without pumping some information out of the woman first.
    ‘But, um, Adele, who do you really work for?’ she tried. ‘I mean, who gives you your direct –’
    Adele body-leapt close and hooked her ankles around the stammering girl’s hips, yanked Constance right off her feet and down onto the bed – on top of her waiting form. Constance’s wholesome (relatively speaking) body flopped onto Adele’s cunning contours, a skin-tight splash that shook the bed and my free