Maury leaned down, fingers pinching her nipples harder, twisting them. She loved the hum of the engine, the scent of cut grass, and the way her small, firm tits bounced with each stride. She was close, so close. He grabbed her breast, squeezing it roughly, his thumb circling her nipple. They growled in approval, their hands gripping her eager flesh, squeezing her nipples roughly. She could see the desire in his eyes, the same desire that was coursing through her veins. He pulled away, his eyes locked onto hers. He pawed at her leg, his wet nose nudging her thigh again. She moaned, her body arching against him. Jamal grunted, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting harder. Pam’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding harder against Timber’s face. The sensation was electric, her body on fire with each lick, each pinch, each thrust. “Fuck yeah, look at that,” he murmured, voice thick with lust.
