panties up and perused them in plain view of everyone before bringing them to his face and breathing in deeply.
Sin gasped out loud. Her pussy throbbed at the uncensored pleasure on the man’s face as he inhaled her scent from her panties. It felt as though his face was flush against her pussy, and Sin clamped her thighs together. Her attention snapped back to Devon as he spoke.
“Now you still owe Timber a taste, Sin. Get up and sit on the table facing him.”
Sin hesitated only long enough to feel the bite of the belt around her neck. She climbed onto her chair and sat on the edge of the table. It was impossible to dismiss the sense that everyone was staring at her back.
She pleaded silently with her eyes. Timber smiled sympathetically. “Although you do deserve punishment, I’ll be gentle and discreet, sweetheart.”
He parted her thighs with hot hands. Sin blushed furiously and prayed her hair concealed her heated face. Thank heavens Timber at least did not raise her dress and expose her full glory to all the eager eyes.
“Grip the edge and don’t let go.”
As her finger’s curled shakily around the sturdy surface, she whispered throatily. “What are you going to do to me?”
Timber answered without taking his eyes off the valley exposed to him. “Nothing you will not enjoy, sweet Sin.” His hand forged a way within the tight passage until he reached her wet pussy lips. His strokes were infinitely gentle, and Sin forgot about the watching crowd. All she could think, feel, and crave was his fingers deeper within her. She couldn’t get her legs wide enough with the figure-hugging skirt stretched to its limit.
Just as his thick finger pressed into her weeping pussy hole, Sin felt herself being wrenched back. She went willingly as her cry caught in her chest. Devon’s hands caressed her shoulders from behind before plunging down the front of her dress. He groaned his satisfaction when his fingers were not greeted by more offending fabric. Sin didn’t know who to focus on, Timber with his finger plunging deep inside her pussy, or Devon tweaking and rolling her nipples to painful erectness.
Everything faded away except for the need to be filled. Pressure built inside her until she wanted to explode. Low mewling sounds escaped her parched lips, but inside she was screaming. Oh God yes. A wee bit more.
Devon’s hands stilled. He pulled away abruptly. Timber continued to pump her with his finger seemingly unaffected. But his fevered enrapture was short-lived.
“Enough, Timber.” Devon was pulling on her leash mercilessly. “We’ll take this home.”
Sin felt suddenly bereft as Timber’s finger slipped out of her, wet and sloppy with her juices. He grinned slyly as he brought his hand to his mouth. Sin hissed as he licked at his glistening finger.
He spoke as his tongue circled the tip wickedly. “I look forward to tasting more of you tonight, Sin.” His finger sank into his mouth, and Sin practically came at such an erotic sight. “Mm…tasty. I’m going to eat your pussy.”
Sin’s knees wobbled as he helped her down. She tossed a confused look at Devon. He turned suddenly and gave her an odd look. Why had he stopped? Keeping her eyes averted from the many gawking onlookers, she followed docilely on her leash. It stunned her that she had been on the brink of coming before an entire audience of strangers. Her mental pleading would have become more vocal had they continued. It amazed her more that she had been more than a little excited by the heated reactions she had elicited in most of the spectators, men and women alike. Their rugged breathing and passion-filled eyes followed her slow progress.
She stumbled as they passed the stranger who was still gripping her panties. Devon surprised her by stopping. She was totally flabbergasted by his words.
“We’re taking this home, Kyle.”
Sin remained mute, but a thousand questions pounded at her. Devon had not handed her panties to a stranger
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