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That way, she could learn at the feet of MistressJade.It made sense, Lila supposed. Mistress kept pointing out things she haddone wrong. Hell, Kerry had so many good-looking clothes -- her corset,her heels, her maid's dress -- and Lila wasn't using any of their locks.Hell, Kerry had spent one night at Mistress Jade's house and had alreadyperformed fellatio.Hell, Lila felt clumsy. She felt awkward. She felt like a rank beginner.Eventually, when her tongue was deep inside of Mistress Jade's pussy, sheagreed to step down. She would work as a maid alongside Kerry, but shewould pay attention and learn to be the Mistress she was intended to be.In the meantime, Mistress Jade had spanked her and pointed toward thedirty dishes.As for Kerry, she was giddy that she now had a fellow maid -- more or less-- to work with. The workload was half the size. Kerry loved Lila, and shewanted to see her succeed. But it would be one less paddle on her ass forthe time being.And Jade? Jade felt even more like. My middle finger started to wriggle its way into her. Feeling her tightness wrap around my probing finger as I slowly moved it deeper into her. My libido and lust raging like an inferno as I felt her gloriously tight pussy clamping on my finger as I pulled it out and brought it too my mouth sucking on it tasting her, becoming intoxicated with her. Slowly I pushed my throbbing pole into Sky, teasingly slowly allowing her to feel ever single inch of my cock as it entered her. She gasped as I bottomed out in her, my balls rubbing her arse cheeks. I started to thrust rapidly in and out, each outward stroke nearly having my cock fully out of her divine hole, each inward stroke sinking my full shaft into her. Sky wrapped her legs around my waist her heels digging in just below my arse. I knew I couldn’t last long in her, hearing her moan like a banshee was enough to tell me she was happy being my baby girl. In time with my thrusting I started using my left hand to rub and softly pinch her.
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