"Oh my.....FUUUCCK!" Arielle screams.
She is laid out on the large Four-poster, with Fallon between her spread legs. Her hands are tied up above her head, and her mind swirls with their scent.
Fallon lifts up and Arielle spies herself all over her lips.
"Shhhh!" Fallon whispers.
Her hand lowers to her pussy slick with arousal, and she rubs over her with her palm. Arielle pushes up into her hands, but she holds her down. Arielle pushes up again, and she smacks her with the palm, then increases friction.
Arielle starts to buck and her hips shudder as she creams Fallon's fingers.
"Not yet, Bond." Fallon says, and blows softly on her.
She tilts her creamy thighs higher.
"Keep them there, and keep shut!" Fallon orders.
Arielle nods and peers down at her.
Fallon laps her up in one smooth lick and pushes two fingers in. They slide in tight and hot, and she gasps.
"Dear god!" Fallon rasps.
