Warwick pulled his manhood from Desiree's mouth with a contented sigh. He whispered to her. "Autumn's turn for your skilled tongue sweet sister." He aproached the whimpering girl, cracking the crop again before yanking her hair back. "What are you?" He ran his tongue up her neck, Warick always made her say the most degrading things about herself. As she finished speaking and Desiree began devouring Autumns sex Warwick smiled and pushed his hard manhood against Autumns ass. "Beg... Slut."