He kissed her for a third time, this time slipping his tongue along the seam of her lips. Her slick walls were gripping him so hard it was almost painful. Their love had dried up like a plant that been left unattended for a year. Jamie and Leah visited him twice a week in the afternoons, and stayed with him every second weekend. Jamie and Leah were sitting next to each other on the couch. “I don’t intent to.”
He pressed her knees together, straddling her with his body and pulling her dress up, over her bead. He bit down on the nipple in his mouth, just hard enough to send a jolt to her pussy, and she came with a surprised gasp. “Is it exchangeable for something of the same value?” she asked, leaning back against the balustrade, the position drawing his eyes to her breasts like a magnet. “Daphne, if you lose as much as five ounces, I will personally spank you. “Just one kiss,” he murmured.
