"Besides," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly, "it's only fair."
Summer's fingers dug into Don's shoulders as she watched him peel off his vest, the fabric clinging for a second before sliding down his arms with a soft rustle.
Her teeth caught her lower lip, biting down just enough to leave a faint indentation—her thighs squeezed together at the sight of his bare chest, the muscles flexing as he tossed the vest aside.
Don smirked, his cock twitching against Sylvia's tongue as she continued to lap slow, wet stripes up his shaft—shlllp~—her lips glistening with spit.
Summer's fingers went slack around Don's cock, her breath hitching as she stared dumbly at the way his muscles flexed beneath his sweat-slicked skin.
A thin string of drool escaped the corner of her parted lips—ah~—her thighs squeezing together so tight her booty shorts dug into her swollen folds.
