Chapter 57

It was strange how erotic this sight was: Lancelot's cock, distended with lust, the panties bunched under his testicles, pushing them forward. It was as intimate as the first moments when a woman exposed herself, lying back for him and spreading open her legs for his gaze. As erotic as it was for them both, it was also true that their passion play contributed to the lust of the moment. And so Neville continued to play it out: looking up into Lancelot's eyes, and with a cruel smile on his face he said: "Naughty girls showing themselves to strangers. Pussies this naughty need to be slapped –pussy slaps so hard that your eyes water and your mouth goes dry." His hands had wrapped around the shaft now, was masturbating Lancelot with slow, measured strokes that caused Lancelot to move his hips in rhythm. "What do you think."

Lancelot spoke almost in a whisper. "I'm not that naughty – it's the job. You're making me misbehave."

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