James
At his words, her aroma, pungent and sweet, floods over me. Her white thighs are steaked with her juices, her curls glistening. Parting swollen lips with one hand, she works her bud....
.... and my shaft wants to be inside her
“Michael, would you mind?"
“Not at all," he grins, tugging her backwards and down.
We stand over her, looking down as she, chest heaving, legs splayed, lies sprawled on the carpet gazing back up at us....
… f**k me....
“Couch or bed?" says Michael.
No need to stand on ceremony....
“Couch, I think. It's nearest."
Michael grabs her ankles. I take her wrists. We lift her, dumping her roughly down on the couch. I pull her forward, her hips lapping the edge, to where I have comfortable access to drink from her p***y.
Michael kneels astride her, pushing h
