Sienna leaned back against Marco’s bare chest on a soft nest of duvets from our bed that they had spread out on the lawn in the sunlight. She was naked. She kissed him with hungry pecks, their bare bodies sliding against each other with a familiar ease. Marco’s tattooed biceps flexed as he slid his hands with deliberate laziness over her bréásts, his fingers passing roughly over her nípples, then gently, grasping her throat as he nuzzled her neck and ear. Sienna sighed and kissed him again. My c**k was already stiffening, and I wondered how wet she was.
Her legs were spread open now, knees bent, as Marco’s hand wandered up the insides of her thighs. His fingers made slippery sounds when they entered her, and she gave a staggered gasp.
Her lips pressed against him as he slid them inside,
