Summer hesitated, her breath shallow as she glanced up at Don through fluttering lashes. His smirk burned into her, the heat of his cock throbbing between her pressed-together breasts.
Slowly, she began to move, the soft flesh jiggling—shlck~ shlck~—as she dragged them up and down his length, pre-cum smearing in slimy streaks across her skin.
Sylvia rose from her knees, her thighs trembling slightly as she climbed onto the bed behind Don.
She then slid around Don's shoulders—her bare chest pressing against his back, warm skin sticking instantly to his sweat-damp back.
Her lips found the curve of his neck—mwah~—sucking lightly before dragging her tongue up in a slow, wet stripe. "Mmm, you taste so good," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as her hips rolled subtly against him, the damp heat of her panties grinding into the small of his back.
