Sylvia moaned—ah~—her voice breathy and thick as her fingers curled against Don's chest, nails dragging lightly over his damp skin. "Your fingers feel amazing, Don…" she muttered, her lips brushing against the back of his neck before her teeth sank just enough to leave a reddening mark.
Her hips rolled, grinding the soaked fabric of her panties against his lower back, the heat between her thighs leaving a sticky smear on his skin.
Summer's eyes flicked up, watching Sylvia's teeth sink into Don's neck, her own lips tightening—glrk~—around his cockhead in response.
The bitter salt of him flooded her mouth again, but she didn't pull away—shlrrp~—her tongue swirling messily, spit dripping in thick strands down his shaft.
Her cheeks hollowed—sucking harder, sloppier, the wet squelch—smck~—of her breasts squeezing his length syncing with the ragged groan torn from Don's throat.
