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pushed Melanie’s knees down, put her face on her thighs, and spoke to the camera.
    “As you can see, viewers, Melanie is in an advanced state of sexual arousal. Being a woman, of course, this just doesn’t happen in ten minutes. Melanie has been wined and dined, kissed and fondled, nuzzled and nibbled, haven’t you, dear?”
    “I think it was that martini.”
    “Yes, she’s a bit liquored up. Plus, I’ve been groping her all night. We made quite a spectacle of ourselves, didn’t we? I couldn’t help but notice both men and women casting admiring glances our way throughout the evening. While Melanie is spectacularly nude right now, she was simply stunning tonight, dressed to kill in a fitted sheath with a lace top with mesh underneath. Her pink dress came to mid-thigh, and her platform heels made her round little behind just that much rounder. Quite the delectable cupcake! I couldn’t keep my hands off her!”
    Melanie’s breathing now came deep and fast. She spread her knees to allow Junie better access to her charms.
    “Okay, folks, one final adjustment, and we’re ready to go.”
    Junie attached leather cuffs to Melanie’s wrists and tied her to the bedposts. “This is really more to make sure that our subject here stays in the picture frame,” she explained, and kissed Melanie on the mouth—a long, deep, lingering kiss. She removed the microphone from her bra and slipped it off. Her breasts were boyish compared to Melanie’s prodigious mounds. But her nipples were stiff and protruding. After taping the mic to her collarbone, Junie resumed her place on the bed.
    “Now, we’re set! Let the fisting begin!”
    Using both hands, Junie spread Melanie’s labia. “Let’s start with one.”
    One finger slid in, while her other hand framed Melanie’s pussy. Thrusting her hips, Melanie whimpered. “More!”
    “Ah. I think she means two fingers.” Junie slid her middle finger in Melanie’s cunt. Her other hand squeezed her labia and made little circles as she massaged her clit.
    Looking at the camera, Junie mouthed, “Three.”
    Melanie’s head swayed from side to side as Junie slowly fucked her with half her hand.
    “Okay, viewers, it feels pretty tight in there. But I think this girl can handle more.”
    Four fingers.
    “Okay, stop.” Melanie was flushed, her look intent. Red splotches on the inside of her thighs marked a new level of sexual excitement.
    Junie froze, her eyes focused on Melanie’s face. “I can pull out.”
    “Just hold it there. It’s burning. Just a little.”
    “No rush.”
    “More lube.”
    Junie slathered more KY on her hand and around Melanie’s entrance. The mic at her throat picked up squelchy sounds as Junie worked the gel onto her hand and around Melanie’s cunt.
    “Okay, push. Real slow.”
    Junie, still focused on her lover’s face, moved her hand a couple millimeters farther in. “I’m almost to the knuckles.”
    “Stop.”
    “Breathe, darling. Deep breaths,” Junie ordered. She waited. Her eyes never wavered from Melanie’s.
    “Go.”
    “Melanie, I’m folding my thumb into my palm. Okay? You ready?”
    “Yes.” Melanie’s nipples, hard and dark red, pointed at the ceiling, as her breasts heaved. A sheen of perspiration coated her face. Her legs were spread wide. Junie checked the monitors and zoomed in on the pussy cam. Her hand and Melanie’s labia filled the big screen in front of the bed.
    “Push.”
    Melanie’s “ah, ah, ah” turned into a yell as Junie’s hand disappeared into her pussy.
    “I’m in!”
    “Just hold it! Don’t move!” Melanie’s shoulders were raised off the bed as she tugged on the ropes securing her wrists.
    “Look at the monitor! The TV!” In glorious HD, Junie’s arm disappeared into Melanie’s pussy. Her wrist was framed by her lover’s long inner lips. Melanie’s juices glistened on her labia and Junie’s arm.
    Their breathing was fast and shallow. Junie waited, her eyes glued to her lover. After about