Roger Hurtwell - Her Driving Desires

She was too lost to stop them. Ben's tongue probed and pushed into her asshole.

Velvet had never felt hornier than she did now. Oral sex got her hot for cock. But she wouldn't get any more cock than was twitching powerfully between her toes. She moved her feet quickly, getting the man harder and harder even as his tongue reamed out her ass.

The sudden spurt of hot jism all over her feet made her come. She'd gotten him off. Velvet had to fight down the obvious effects of her own orgasm. She saw Tony shaking as his prick spurted out come into Janet's sucking mouth.

She came again just a second before the camera swung back to cover her. The tongue buried up her asshole was almost more than she could stand. Now that she was back on the camera, there wasn't a way in hell she could stop Ben.

«We try to get to the bottom of the news,» she said slowly, forcing the words to come out right. «Stay tuned to this station for the lowdown on all that's happening, no matter where, no matter to whom. Just remember, we deliver more than just word of mouth!»

The camera light winked off and Velvet shrieked out loud. Her entire body was wracked by her orgasm. Left weak and drained, she slipped down in her chair, draping her legs over Ben's shoulders so he could get his mouth back onto her snatch.

«Go on, you son of a bitch. Eat!» she said.

But Velvet wouldn't have had it any other way. She and Tony had made it. She and Tony and Ben and Janet. The four of them were a team now and that team was unstoppable. Whether it was reporting the news or far-out sex, they delivered!