She pushed them both away. Both her nursers looked a little offended at having been cut short. “I need more,” she told them. “Lay down. I’ll hand my t**s in your face.”
“What?” They were puzzled by the turn of events.
“Listen, this is for me,” Marissa insisted. Even though they were in the Nilsons’ house and the Wirths had been invited for a group s*x romp, somehow Marissa had gotten the upper hand and taken control of the situation, probably because the Nilsons were both hiding something from their partner and were playing the role of ingénue. “I want to get off by you two nursing from me and Ty f*****g me. Got it?”
They both nodded while Ty fought to control his grin and stop himself from laughing. Watching his wife get exactly what she wanted was excitement enough for him; his c**k w
