I studied each muscle in that slender neck as her mouth meticulously devoured her lovers swollen pussy. Each motion had specific intent, evidenced by the expressions on the lucky recipients face.

The room was filled with perverted spectators but you could tell, these two were alone. I forced my way into their cerebral world. My own pussy began to quiver and open as if it was my cunt being eaten.

As they finished, I slipped a hand under my skirt and generously painted two fingers with my nectar. I reached across the velvet ropes and dragged my wetness over that slaying mouth. I had stolen their passion, it was the least I could do.