My Little VentrueChapter 99 free porn video

~~Natasha~~

It was the day after the trip into the Hisil, and Natasha couldn’t stop smiling.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my g-god!” She vibrated as she bounced around, almost hitting Matt and Art with each step. “That was so d-d-dangerous!”

Art and Matt both nodded as they stepped up the stairs. They were in front of her apartment building, a place she rarely visited anymore. All those nights at the Prince’s, it was easy to forget she had her own apartment, a nice one at that. It wasn’t as fancy as Jack’s, but it was still a nice, decorative place. They didn’t hang in at it often enough.

Plus, she could be herself more in her own apartment, where the walls were hers, and she knew every creak, every inch and corner, every thing. No home like home.

First thing she did was throw open her laptop and send Jessy a quick message. The two of them were still doing their frequent check-ins with each other, and considering yesterday she’d just been in a literal different dimension, this check in would be interesting.

~Back from the Shadow Realm!~

~Eric was telling me about it, and you, you brave little girl.~

~Brave?~

~Talking to Black Blood? Yeah, sounded pretty fucking brave of you. You at home?~

~Yeah.~

Naturally, Tash’s laptop started ringing, and she rolled her eyes as she accepted the call. “Hey J-Jessy!”

“Tash, I—oh, is that Matthew and Arturo?” Jessy leaned down toward her laptop and smiled at the camera. Eric was beside her on her couch, dressed in his Bloodlust suit, shirt undone and tie nowhere to be seen. Jessy was in a white tube top masquerading as a tank top with tiny straps, and her leaning forward was purposeful: showing off the cleavage. Not that she needed to, considering the tank top was almost see-through.

“Yeap!” Tash motioned to the boys, and they came to join her at her kitchen counter where she kept the laptop.

The two boys sat around her, and waved. “Hello there,” they said together, in unison, with eyes on Jessy’s display. So Natasha elbowed each of them in their ribs, because.

Eric caught on, slipped a hand around Jessy’s face, and pushed her back into the couch with enough force to make her bounce.

“This line secure?” he said.

Natasha nodded. “Y-Yes. Why? D-D ... Did you want to talk about the trip?”

“I did, yes, assuming Art and Matt don’t mind.”

Art and Matt shrugged, got up, and started walking around Natasha’s kitchen. There was meat and stuff to be found, bought by them and deposited in her fridge and freezer. It was almost like a girl sneak-moving into her boyfriend’s apartment, except instead of makeup kits, toothbrushes, and feminine hygiene products, they’d brought food. She couldn’t help but giggle at that as she watched them start to cook up a bunch of steaks, with liver and hearts to go with.

“They d-don’t.”

“Right. So, Jessy wants to come on the next trip.”

“She d-does?”

“I do!” Jessy fought to get out from behind Eric’s hand, eventually being forced to push the man off the couch altogether. “Eric was telling me about the things he saw, Black Blood and shit. That sounds fucking freaky, dangerous, and a lot more important to Dolareido than I figured it was.”

“Important?”

Art raised a hand, and reached around to wave it in front of the camera from behind the laptop. “I’m guessing she’s talking about how one world affects the other.”

The Gangrel nodded vigorously. “Yeah! Like, Eric was telling me about the drug spirit he saw. If the wolves killed it, would drug activity drop in Devil’s Corner?”

“Probably,” Matt said, “assuming you could get away with it. Spirits have their own society, you know.” He had some raw steak in his mouth, and he swallowed it down mid sentence. Ugh, like a mom snacking while cooking, except with the stomach of a carnivore, capable of handling nasty bacteria.

“It’s not our j-job,” Tash said, “to police the kine. We’re supposed t-t-to let them d-do what they want, within reason.”

Eric leaned into the camera, and frowned at her. The man usually frowned, but never at people directly. He was the sort of man that frowned at circumstances, situations, never at someone, and never a vampire, from what she knew of him. The hard look on his face was unsettling.

“Not everyone lives the good life in Dolareido, Natasha. Just because it’s a good city on average, doesn’t mean it couldn’t be better.”

That was aggressive. She looked to Matt and Art, and she could see the two men were ready to get between her and the angry man on the other side of the laptop screen, but she gulped and shook her head at them.

“I know it’s n-not perfect, Eric. If you want t-t-to help the less fortunate, maybe ... talk to Garry?”

“Garry? Right, the Carthians. I mean yeah, I guess I could do that, but I’d prefer to put my unique skills to use. If I have to be Uratha, then I should try and do what I can.”

She tilted her head to the side. “I’m n-not—”

“I suppose I’m talking to Matthew and Arturo here. I ... want to try and clean up some the shittier parts of the city.”

“Why?” Art said, without leaving the kitchen so Eric couldn’t see him.

“Because some of us dealt with those streets growing up, grew up on them. I’d like to help the people still dealing with those streets.”

Matt stuck his head over the laptop from behind, so Eric and Jessy would have to look at an upside down face hanging in front of them. “Avery would like to do that too. That’s half the reason we’re hunting this Azlu monster you know. But, the Prince and Jacob both stick their fingers into spirit business, Eric. If you start fucking with things on the other side of the Gauntlet, they’ll find out.”

“Fuck em!” Jessy said. “If Eric wants to be Batman and clean up the streets, I say let him.”

Natasha couldn’t help but laugh at that, and her boyfriends did as well.

“We’ve been there, and we’ve done that sort of thing in our youth,” Art said, coming around to sit with Natasha. “Now we’re part of a family, and if any of us do something that annoys the Prince, we risk getting the boot. Which is why we’re helping you guys find the hunters.”

“Buuuut.” Matt set a couple steaks on the burner, hot enough Triss could hear the sizzle. “Eric isn’t part of the pack. If he wants to go vigilante, I say go for it. Like Art said, we’ve all been there. Getting his feet wet could be a good thing.”

Art nodded for the camera. “Next day off we get, Matt and I can show you how to cross the Gauntlet at a locus, and you’ll be free to do whatever you want. Just don’t come crying to us if you get killed.”

Jessy snorted. Her facial expressions said it all, but Tash couldn’t stop her from saying something dumb. “And you two won’t tell your mom?”

“Nope.” Art winked for the camera, before he came up behind Natasha, hugged her, and set his chin on her head. Oh dear, PDA! Natasha squirmed and struggled, but Art’s grip was absolute. After a few seconds of wriggling, she relented, and set her head back against his chest, while avoiding eye contact with the laptop screen.

“Oh, oh!” Jessy said. “You guys are so fucking cute, it hurts. I’m in literal pain. Did you do that thing that—”

Natasha closed the laptop.

Caught mid-flip of his steak, Matt raised a brow as he looked at her. “Thing?”

“A thing ... it’s a thing. A thing ... she w-wants me t-t-to do.”

Laughing, Arturo leaned down and kissed her head. “If it’s Jessy, I’m assuming this is a sex thing.”

“It’s always a sex thing w-w-with her.” And it was. If Jessy had her way, there’d be two vampires and three werewolves locking legs at that very moment, with a camera set up to stream it for every Kindred and ghoul to watch.

“Well,” Art said, “I’ll have you know, that if it’s with you, I’m down to do whatever you want.” His roaming hands slid down over her suit shirt. Her jacket was put away, and her shirt wasn’t exactly good protection against roaming fingers. She wore no bra underneath, and Art’s fingers didn’t hesitate to massage her chest. “As long as it’s with you and only you.”

The dreamy sigh she tried to suppress escaped her anyway. She slapped at his hands, but all that did was send them down lower. They teased at her stomach, and she rolled her eyes as she relented, leaning her head back against his chest again.

“Yeah,” Matt said while throwing his steaks onto a plate. He was a big man, and once he sat beside her, didn’t waste much time chewing it as he started to ingest. At least he used a knife and fork this time.

She still felt the tingle and zing of new information from yesterday, of expanding her horizons, of going on a dangerous mission and learning lots of tasty details. It may have been a day ago, but she didn’t get to visit an alternate dimension often. It was making her feel bold, and she knew it. Maybe now was the perfect time to exercise that boldness.

“Well, um ... J-Jessy, she suggested an idea. Um...”

Art slid his head down beside hers, chin on her shoulder, and his hands ceased fondling. Instead, he adopted a hug, and buried her in it, holding her to his chest as he swallowed her in his arms. Big, strong arms, that made her feel protected and safe, and warm. And more bold, too. She wasn’t meek little Natasha anymore. She was adventurous, daring Natasha! Smart, and fast, and sexy Natasha. Sexy had snuck in there at some point, because of Jessy, and Matthew and Arturo were determined to keep it that way.

“J-Jessy,” she said, “thinks we should ... umm ... uh ... have sex ... w-where someone can see.”

Matt, already finishing his meal, looked at her, surprised. His fork went clink, in the silence. “Really?”

“I know! I kn-kn-know, it’s really rude of her! And ... I d-d-d ... d-don’t know. It’s—”

Art, with his head next to hers still, nodded a few times. Thank goodness he shaved, or sandpaper stubble would have destroyed her face. “Definitely a step outside most people’s comfort zone.”

“I ... I know.” Now she was afraid to ask. She wasn’t going to ask to have sex in front of Jessy or anything, but there were things and options she had investigated.

“Course,” Matt said as he swallowed the last of his food, “this is Dolareido, city of experimentation. If Tash wants to, I’m down. As long as it’s just us under the sheets, I don’t mind.”

“Same,” Art said, setting kisses on her neck. Oh no, not the neck. She melted back against his chest, and a soft mewl escaped her as she put her hands on the countertop to keep from falling.

They were ok with it, actually ok with it. They wouldn’t mind it if someone else saw them naked, and her naked, and with them inside her. She doubted they’d have troubles with performance anxiety, considering they were Uratha, and bursting with life and hunger. She, on the other hand, knew very well she’d be anxious performing live, terribly so. That was no good. But, if Matt and Art were ok with sharing how intimate and amazing their sexy times together were, she had ideas.

“Ok, um ... uh ... c-come with me.” She slid out of Art’s arms, and started toward her bedroom.

The two boys blinked at each other before following after her. “Now?” they said.

“M-Maybe? Get m-m-my laptop.”

Nodding, Matt scooped it up and followed after her. “Wow, brave!”

She giggled as she stepped into her bedroom, motioned Matt to her nightstand, and started digging through her closet. He set the laptop down where she’d pointed, and watched as she began removing things.

Both boys were dumbfounded, looking left and right as Natasha brought out a couple lights on stands, and a light modifier, a big white umbrella shape to guide the light down at her bed. She brought out a camera too, very expensive, and plugged it into her laptop. A few moments and some clicks later, the camera was recording, she could see the video feed, and she started adjusting the lighting.

Art was the first to speak up. “Umm, you’ve given this some thought.”

“Jessy ... she gave me an idea. I thought, m-maybe, since I d-d-don’t want to do this in person, I could ... make a video? And I n-never half-ass anything!” Nodding, because her perfectionist nature was obvious and everyone should know it, she started adjusting the cameras. Project mode. The world disappeared, time vanished, and all that mattered was her project. It just so happened that this particular project was a sexy project, and one that Jessy, and Antoinette, would no doubt approve of.

Once everything looked perfect, she looked between the boys and the bed, and squirmed. “Are you sure ... you d-don’t ... mind ... if someone ... sees us?” She was almost hoping they’d say no, so she wouldn’t have to go through with this. It was exciting, and terrifying, like skydiving.

The boys shrugged. “Nope,” they said together.

Tash squirmed and wriggled, and eventually nodded as she turned around and set her hands on her wardrobe. “Ok, ok ... I...” This was scary! But it wasn’t as scary as her trip into the Shadow Realm. And besides, she’d get to edit it later, or delete it, if she didn’t like it. That didn’t change that she was shivering at the idea of being filmed while having sex.

Little her, and her two big boyfriends, on camera. Someone was going to get to see her naked, and in all likelihood, having an orgasm, and being doubly penetrated. It was a thrilling idea, she had to admit to herself. Jessy enjoyed being seen, and the Prince enjoyed being seen. And Jennifer certainly enjoyed it, that was for sure.

Live sex was not on the menu, though! It was fun and addictive, doing it with Jessy’s ghouls with her around, but that wasn’t the same. Jessy was her friend, and the ghouls were only there for sex. With Matthew and Arturo, there was a growing emotional connection, and she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with the idea of anyone else being there when she touched them, felt them, and came on them.

But a video was different. She could do a video. She could edit it and make it pretty and artistic and sexy. And she could remove unflattering scenes and stuff. Yes. Perfect plan. If it went well, she could even do it again, and use her growing knowledge of cameras to set up more, for multiple angles and things.

She gulped, nodded, and walked to her laptop on the nightstand. The software was expansive, but she’d swallowed down its details with her nerd obsessiveness, when she’d decided on the project. She could pilot its knobs and dials, and with time, she found good settings for the software.

The boys chuckled as they looked around the room, and touched the various lights and stuff mounted on stands.

“Sure you don’t just want to hold a handheld camera?” Arturo said. “Or Matt could, or me, and we can just pass it around, get juicy shots.”

Juicy shots. If she’d been blushing life, her whole body would have lit the room red.

“No! N-No no. If ... if we’re going t-to do this, then I ... I w-want to make it ... pretty.”

Matt nodded, but Art laughed and shrugged.

“So Matt and I are porn stars now? In some new age, modern, artistic, femme-friendly porn?”

She frowned at him, but he smiled at her with that charming, infuriating smile as he walked up to her, slid behind her, and set his hands on her hips. It wasn’t fair that a touch as innocent as that made her anger melt.

“No, not porn stars. B-But my friends, they ... they w-want me to continue ... growing. D-Dolareido is ... The P-P-Prince has encouraged this city and culture of ... sexual openness. I want t-to try it.” She reached into the wardrobe and started rooting through some things. Something pretty, or dignified, or sexy, or cute, or—

“I think,” Art said over her, hands still on her hips, “you should wear those pink thigh highs you wore that one time.”

“With the n-nightie?”

“But without the nightie. Seeing you and those smooth legs wrapped tight in pink, and they make just a little pinch around your upper thighs? The nightie is super cute, but when you’re naked except for the thigh highs, it’s perfect.” The man groaned, and pulled on her hips a little tighter to squash her butt to his thighs; so tall. “It’s a great balance of girlish innocence, and womanly charms.”

“Girlish innocence ... that shouldn’t b-be erotic!”

“Eh, I dunno.” Matt, sitting on her bed, shrugged as he tilted his head from side to side while looking up at one of the two directional lights. “There’s something really arousing about a young woman, just turned eighteen, who sleeps with stuffed animals and has kittens on her pajamas, having a man in her bed. I guess it’s the contrast.”

She frowned all the more. “P-Perverts.” Ok, so she had both of those things, the thigh highs, stuffed animals, and kitten pajamas. And ok, she did really find the idea appealing, of a man in her bed, surrounded by her stuffed animals, holding her close and gently fucking her. But they weren’t allowed to like it, too!

Sighing, she reached into a drawer, and pulled out the now infamous pink thigh highs, before turning around and glaring up at Art. He smiled. Jackass.

“Ok, so, t-tonight, I’m in charge. You ... d-do what I say, ok? No ... getting out of hand.” At first, no getting out of hand at first. At this point in their relationship, she’d more or less accepted that the boys couldn’t help themselves once they’d been at it for a while.

They nodded, and feigned innocent smiles. Jerks.

Nodding, she walked over to the camera, and adjusted it for the twelfth time. “Ok, um ... get n-naked, and sit on the side of the bed.” She looked at the display on the camera, and lined it up with the bed. Video footage wouldn’t show her face normally; the Beast would find ways to hide it, either by subtly turning her head at just the right angle, or by ensuring scenes with her face had just enough blur to prevent identification. Hopefully, she could keep that Beast reflex suppressed when she wanted the camera to see her.

The boys did as she asked. Wow. A thrill danced up her spine as she watched through the camera display, and adjusted for height and depth. She remembered that time Damien had shown her his telescope, and she’d seen Jessy through her window, getting opened up by four sets of hands. There was a thrill to it, something naughty, something fun, about seeing a sexual act through a window or camera lens.

And of course, her boyfriends were gorgeous. Arturo with his tan skin and dark, sexy, mischievous eyes. Matthew, with his blonde hair and gruff, and heavenly blue eyes. The fact they had the bodies of Olympian strength athletes was undeniably appealing, no matter how much she tried to think she didn’t need a man to have muscles to be attractive. Abs were attractive, the V shape of their wide shoulders and backs connecting to their hips was attractive, and the girth of their arms was attractive. They had the bodies of buff porn stars.

She laughed at that, and the boys raised a brow each, before she dismissed it with a hand wave. “Keep going.”

Shrugging, the two boys got naked, and she licked her lips as they slid out of their jeans. They’d trimmed their pubic hair down to almost nothing at her request, and it exposed more of the hard lower abdomen of the pelvis, the Adonis belt. It also made their members look bigger, and they were already big.

Looking at it through a camera display and doing inventory on their bodies, it really seemed like she was spoiled. Utterly, completely spoiled.

“Ok, that’s good. Y-Yeah, I’ll ... yeah.” Ok, time for the hard part: getting herself on the screen.

With a deep, useless breath, she started to undress. The boys watched, smiling, grinning, and a familiar fire lit in their eyes as she took off her shirt and suit pants. Ever since she’d started dating them, she’d grown more comfortable wearing fancier underwear, and instead of wearing what Jessy referred to as ‘granny panties’, Tash was wearing some black underwear, panties that bordered on a thong.

The boys whistled. She rolled her eyes and tossed her shirt aside. Bra-less. There was no need with small breasts usually, and unless she Blushed Life, her nipples would remain soft no matter how cold it was. And, considering how many times the three of them had impromptu sex in various places, one less garment between her and their fingers was a good thing.

She smiled at that thought. If Jessy could read her mind, she’d be teasing her incessantly.

As she slid out of the underwear, both men, each facing her, sitting on the bed with a few feet between them, began to masturbate. Their eyes were locked onto her smooth slit, and how its tiny lips were hidden. They used slow, gentle strokes, that soon had the large phalluses standing upright. Were they kine, she’d tell them to stop or they’d ruin things, cumming too soon. But they were Uratha.

Utterly spoiled.

She slid on the pink high thighs, and peeked a glance at her boyfriends as she did. They continued to masturbate, slow but steady, eyes staring at her, her small, thin body, and shaved smooth sex. Every so often, they rumbled, a bass-filled purring sound unique to these wolfish men, and it only grew as she finished putting on the high socks. Both stared at how it pinched slightly halfway up her thigh.

She reached into one of the socks, and snapped it against her skin lightly. Both men groaned.

“That is fucking amazing,” Arturo said, looking her up and down like she was a steak he was about to devour, complete with licking his lips.

“Agreed.” Matthew showed the same behavior, eyes locked onto her legs, her butt, and his stroking hand grew a little faster.

She Blushed Life, and they both rumbled. Instant heat flooded her, hardening her small nipples, and igniting little tingles along the skin between her thighs. The way they looked at her, like they were ready to pounce her, pin her, ravage her, and that her request was the only thing holding them back like a leash, set her skin on fire. If she pushed them too far too fast, they’d give into their instincts again, grab her, hold her, trap her in their embrace, penetrate her, and fuck her until she couldn’t feel her legs anymore.

The goal was to see if she could keep them under control for the camera. She fetched some lubricant from the shelf, set it on the bed, and climbed up onto the blankets between the two large men. And, without realizing it until she’d done it, she made sure to move in a more exaggerated way. Instead of just hopping onto the bed, she arched her back, stuck her butt out a bit, and crawled with a little prowl.

Having a camera on her was sending electricity through her body, leaving her surprised. She’d never done anything like this, and that thrill was palpable. Like that first night with Jessy, testing new waters had been an overwhelming experience mixed with so much jittery nervousness, it bordered on fear. And she still felt that, but instead of it burying her in anxiety, she found herself excited.

She wasn’t the same woman anymore. A lifetime of keeping her sexual adventures to a couple of very vanilla relationships, and otherwise a bunch of sexual exploration behind closed doors by herself, were days gone. Now, she’d been involved in what could only be called an orgy, on several occasions, with her good friend Jessy. Now, she’d been having threesomes almost every day, for months. Now, she’d given double blowjobs in dark alleys, been fucked on rooftops, spied on her boss giving her lover a tit fuck, and had, despite her best efforts to deny it, enjoyed a multitude of purely anal orgasms.

And now she was creating a sex tape for Jessy — and probably Eric — to watch. Good god what had happened to her?

Dolareido happened to her. Jessy, the Prince, and others who liked to wear their sexuality openly, like Jennifer and Isabella, they happened to her. Confident women who knew what they liked and had no issues pursuing it, women Natasha had never thought to compare herself to, once upon a time.

But now a camera was pointed at her, pointed at the bed at a slight downward angle, and she blushed profusely as she smiled at the lens while telling her Beast to let it get a peek at her. She got comfortable on the edge of the bed, motioned for Art and Matt to sit in closer, and slid a hand down her chest and stomach as they did. Both boys rumbled in their chests once their legs were snug against hers, and she reached out, set her hands onto the base of their lengths, and smiled a tiny, shy smile up at each of them, as she started to stroke them.

Heavy, hard girths filled her small hands, and she shivered as she squeezed lightly. The heat of their flesh sent the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy, and the way their members, firm and huge, molded slightly to the pressure of her fingers, had her breathing heavy. The boys smelled of sex, and it wasn’t long before some drops of precum rose to the tips of their lengths. The camera was having a strong effect on them too, or they were getting into it so quickly because she was. Both, probably both.

Matt’s closer hand slid down her body, her breasts and chest, and down between her legs. Without thinking about it, she slowly looked from him to the camera, and smiled again as she inched her thighs apart. His fingers slid down underneath her, found the beginnings of growing wetness, and traced her juices up higher to find her clitoris. It was embarrassing, how quickly she got wet these nights, but embarrassment turned into a satisfied moan, as Matt began to lovingly caress her clitoris.

Art’s fingers traced down her back, and a quiet pop told her ears that he’d opened a bottle of lubricant; she always kept some in her bedroom, these days. A few seconds later, he set his fingers back onto the small of her back, and then down further between her butt cheeks, and up, against the small rose of her ass. Lubricant pressed to the skin, and Art massaged it against her entrance until she found herself pushing her ass toward his hand.

She squeezed on their cocks harder, stroking with a little more firmness after spreading their growing precum around their glans. As much as she was already feeling the tingles begin to grow through her body, the boys had been masturbating for a little while already, before she got to touch them. With anyone else, she’d stop, to keep their arousal available. But the werewolves were a bundle of hunger and desire, and a single orgasm was never enough for them.

She was so spoiled.

Matt started to cum first. She let go of Art, and leaned in toward Matt, sneaking in underneath his arm so she could snuggle into his side, as her hand continued to stroke his length. The giant of a man shuddered for a moment, and grinned down at her, no longer stroking her clitoris so he could make room for her under the arm. He hugged her close to him, and she kissed his ribs and the enormous muscles that covered them, as she peeked a glance at the camera, before looking down.

His cum gushed up, announced by the flexing of his girth, and she set her hand over the head of his cock to keep the waves contained. The heat was immense, and she shivered, a small mewl escaping her, as she watched the waves of white fluid fill the crevices between her fingers. So much, always so much. She licked her lips and moaned as she moved her hand down, massaging the thick girth a lot harder with the newfound lubricant, and another wave of cum flowed out of him, slow and thick. With his girth aimed upward, it flowed down and onto her fingers, and she made sure to make a show of it for the camera.

Through all this, Art seemed quite happy to continue fingering her. He sank his large digit deep, to the final knuckle, and wiggled it around, adding more and more lubricant as he needed. It felt wonderful. It wasn’t something she could cum with, not this early, and not the right angle, but it still felt great, how he massaged the inside of her ass, probing and prodding, and she couldn’t help but wiggle. He earned a few mewls from her too, and she blushed again as she managed another peek at the camera, while still stroking Matthew through his messy orgasm.

“K, Matthew, um ... lie d-down, on your stomach. I w-want ... to sit on you. And Art can ... you know.”

“Yes ma’am.” With a curt nod, Matt slid back onto the bed, and lay down. He was so huge and heavy, he sank the bed considerably, and she giggled as she struggled to not roll with the sudden indent in the mattress.

Art slid back as well, removing his finger from her body. With a little more cat prowl movement than strictly required, she got between Matthew’s knees, her weight on her own knees, and her hands pressed to his lower abdomen. She set her cum-coated fingers around his girth, and her clean fingers too, and started to massage the long shaft again, as she lowered her lips to the tip.

The giant’s reaction was immediate. He growled. She smiled down at the lying beast, and worked her lips back and forth along his glans, as she moved her hair out of her eyes and over her ear with a hand. A small peek to the camera again, before she started to slide more of the enormous girth into her mouth.

She lifted her head with a jolt, and looked over her shoulder, as Art began to sink his cock into her ass. And despite herself, she arched her back downward, pushed her ass upward toward him, and wiggled her butt a little as she peeked back at the camera. Her eyes rolled upward, and she set her head down onto Matt’s thigh, strength leaving her as she felt the length of Art’s member filling her. Deep, deep, and deeper, until she felt the man’s length pressing toward her stomach.