Tara immediately stepped away from Erin as she turned to look at me, her hands clasped behind her back. “No promises,” Tara said, her tone dry. “Didn’t expect you up so early.”
“Me either,” Erin said. Bobbi had one job—to be at my beck and call. “Yeah. “What?” she snapped. It was almost as enjoyable as what they could do with their bodies. The collar hung large and loose, showing off a large expanse of her chest and left shoulder as it hung halfway down her arm. She had yet to earn privacy. “What?” Erin said, pulling her mouth off my dick. As her ass hit the mattress, Bobbi lunged forward, burying her face between Helen’s legs as she continued to eat the older woman out. “She’s gone,” he replied. I watched them go at it, slowly rotating around each other as they held each other close, moaning and cooing into each other’s mouths as they engaged in sapphic affection.
