Michael
I tug at the n****e, deliberately roughly, and her lips parting, she quivers, her scent suddenly billowing up around me. My c**k's twitching awake again and I pluck at the other n****e, rolling it to hardness between thumb and forefinger.
“Come on," I say, “let me hear you." And I twist sharply.
And now she cries out, hips bucking, and it's not a cry of pain, but of arousal. To the other side, James is watching, his eyes, following her every movement as she slides fingers deliciously over my cockhead. Balls tightening as she fingers me....
.... just as well I'm about f****d out....
.... or I'd shoot off right now....
I'm warming over by the second, as is she. And now, giving the lie to his words, James slides his hand between her thighs, stroking at her soft, pale skin. She's
