“Oh God,” Mark groaned. Every touch sending waves of pleasure through her, each wave building on the last. The three untangled and Jenny stepped back. Jenny had buried her face in Jules wet crotch and was licking her from arsehole to clit in a repetitive motion. “But once you’re in the fold it’s all fun and fairy tales.”
“Talking about fairy tales,” Mark’s impatience leading the group. The end of her mousy brown hair teased her delicate nipples hard. Mark turned into the hall at the top of the stairs entering the first available room. His stamina rekindling the warmth inside her. He found the three lovers still on the bed chatting happily about future possibilities. Now thirsting for her own orgasm she stood up and hunched over Mark’s cock. We’re close and I haven’t seen them for a while.”
“Yeah, yeah, we get that,” Mark butted in again. “That’s what we want the townies to think,” Pat replied.
