Each one stretching her, making her gasp and moan with the sensation of filling, each one pushing the one inside her before it even deeper, until she felt herself full to bursting. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. The walls of her channel were incredibly soft and the well of her arousal streamed along my tongue and soaked my face. She stared up at him with tears pouring down her face. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. Her lips were almost full. The softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. And then, she felt something brush her lips. I scarcely remember making our way to the bedroom, but I shall never forget sprawling like a wanton slut while Gisele brought me to peak after peak of exquisite delight. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch.