“You must be Tom,” Rachel said. XXX She ran her hand up her leg and licked the creamy fluid from her fingers. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “But Sandra’s…”
Rachel silenced him with a kiss. Tom turned her and pressed her against the washing machine. Rubbing her hand on her mound her finger slipped between her slit. Rachel pulled back tossing her shirt off. She’d already spent fifteen minutes in the shower. Sandra stepped into the shower. “See you next time,” she said winking before Sandra caught her. Tom stepped into the boxers. “Ummmm.” Tom moaned as she began stroking him while her teeth now nibble his neck. “You’re going to have to take those off.” She said. A devilish thought crossed her mind spurred by her early morning encounter with her fingers.
