Craving The Busty Babysitter (10)
Dennis groaned behind them. “Marla—”
“Shut up and watch.”
She dipped her head and licked up the inside of Brea’s thigh. Brea cried out when Marla’s mouth reached her pússy, licking up every trace of Dennis’s cúm like she was starving for it.
“You’re going to make her come from your own cúm,” Marla said over her shoulder. “How does that feel?”
Dennis said nothing. He was watching. Hard again. Eyes locked on Marla’s tongue moving between Brea’s thighs.
Then Marla pulled Brea upward and flipped her over.
“On your back,” she ordered. “I want your mouth on me.”
Brea obeyed without hesitation. Marla straddled her face, her shaved cúnt hovering just above her lips.
Brea gripped her hips and pulled her down. She licked, sucked, teased her clít until Marla
