Sarah cut into the conversation, “Tom, Brenda is making us up some sandwiches, would you fancy one?”
“Please, that would be lovely, with a mug of tea?” Tom chirped, realising he was now peckish. “I didn’t think you would brave the water, Clair.” Tom Joked. What did she say?”
“Well, she’s not ecstatic about arrangements as she jealous about losing the opportunity to be top dog.”
“It’s some old-fashioned nonsense, I want to be Top Dog. The path was a little harder to follow as it wound its way through various miss-matched cottages and he had to double back after a few dead ends. She withdrew her claws to pull down his shorts and boxers, freeing up his growing member to flop down onto her face. Tom held on until she relaxed, then released his bite, drew in a deep breath and stood again, withdrawing out of her, his rod dripping with her cum.
