"Keep sucking me, baby!" Janet gurgled. "You can see what I'm getting up my t**t! Bite his balls off if he gets in your way!"
She saw the dark auburn curls on the prick and balls at her eye level and was bemused at the fact. Sonny should be f*****g her, Janet, in fairness to Bob. After all, the purpose of swapping was to get new food on the table. Her cunt was responding to Bob's stretching, pounding drives. They were all the sweeter because the girl was tickling her clit and inner labia with her tongue and lips. Her mouth was full of the young girl's cunt, her mind full of bright pictures.
And then her mind skipped a beat and she thought: What do I mean, thinking Terry's new stuff to Bob? How often does he give her one of those "treatments"?
She was getting so hot, the sexy itch so con
