Missy gripped the cushion under her and cried out. He looked down at her and smiled. XXX Her hips rotated, lifted and dropped, moaning and wanting more. Her breathing slowed and he ran his hands back down to her thighs, pressing them open again, massaging them, his fingers grazing the tips of her swollen, wet lips. Then he pulled her clit between his lips and Missy whimpered. When his hot salty cum hit her throat she swallowed and struggled under him. Missy was all over the small space of the seat cushion and Bob watched her writhe under his hands. “Finish it, Missy.” His voice was morning rough and sent a shiver down her spine. She moaned and moved on the couch, unable to keep her body still.
