<strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1<br/><br/>Sparrow's ever loving companion moth faffed about him, gently caressing and adjusting the boy's body, taking a feel here and a grope there. She too gave the bent over ass a knead and his cock a jerk. "Master is such a good boy," she said, stroking his hair and her own slippery hot sex. She sat next to the bent over boy's head, spreading thighs wide to let him feel the heat emanating from her greedy masturbation. Fingers dipped deep into her, then, coated in Lampa's arousal poked towards Sparrow's lips.<br/><br/>"Say 'aahn' master." Fingers went in and played with his tongue, bullied it a little until the kiss it returned satisfied. Giggling, Lampa leaned to give his head a kiss. "He's a good boy slut. You know, for a moment, when I was a bit off in the head, I wanted to fly off and turn him into a breeding slave. Now, of course I wouldn't do anything like that to my cute little hero, but a girl can fantasize at night, yes? And seeing him all trussed up is making my damn horny."<br/><br/>Carol leaned back, biting lip as she took hold of Sparrow with a firm yank on his hair. "You can have the ass miss Chains." She took the face and introduced it to the soft white flesh he was already very familiar with. Except, unlike on the many nights before, this time the demand for Sparrow's attentions was forceful, harsh. She shoved his face into her cunt and began grinding, gyrating against his face to get off.