Pûssy On Pûssy (2)
I must have dozed off wrapped around her. When I blinked awake, the light in the room had changed. It was softer now, golden with late afternoon sun. Marlie was still beneath me, her breath slow and deep under my cheek. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to wake her yet.
But my body was already reacting again. My thighs clenched around hers. My pússy was still wet, and atill needy. The air felt cooler against my skin, but between my legs I burned. Every part of me was drawn to her. I could feel her softness against me, the warmth of her skin, the trace of wetness still clinging to both of us. Her thigh shifted slightly, brushing me just enough to make my hips jerk forward. I bit my lip and tried to stay still, but my body was already grinding down into her without pe
