From my perch on the stairway I could just make out the writhing forms of my employers as they lay entwined on the leather couch in a sixty-nine position.
The only sound was their moans, which were muffled because I stood a distance from them. Mr. Devon was lying on the sofa, his feet facing me, and his wife, Lucie, was on top of him — his cock secure in her sucking mouth.
I watched as Lucie licked and nipped at her husband. He was a large man with a penis to match his girth. It was beautiful and, at the moment. a deep, swollen red color.
Mr. Devon held Lucie by the hips as her nether regions pounded on his head. I barely made out his slurping noises, but I could tell that he was an expert at giving head, for Lucie kept popping her head up and crying out how much she loved it.
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