his fingers played at her breasts and nipples. Missy gripped the cushion under her and cried out. “No.”
They sat and ate together, talking and laughing and then Bob led her into the den where he sat on the leather loveseat. Her back arched and swayed as he pinched and tugged her nipples. He licked and sucked at her, pressing his tongue into her and then running it up and down from her clit to her ass. She would be his good girl…sometimes. As they watched T.V. Her mouth opened and she twisted her head until he was pressed against the roof of her mouth, then he leaned further over and slid down her throat. He untied the bikini at the hips and then pushed with the tips of two fingers until her plump pink lips swelled out around the material inside her. OHHH God, again.” She grasped his head and her legs trembled and pressed around his face.
