Chapter Nineteen
Emma was on her back, her legs drawn up with both hands between her gartered thighs. Trapped between her extended arms, her breasts rose like twin peaks, crowned with n*****s the size and color of ripe strawberries. She lay motionless, barely breathing, her lips clenched while she softly moaned. She had thrust her fingers deep into the liquidity of her s*x, sustaining her state of ecstasy.
“O-o-o-g-h…S-Sally,” she whispered to the escalating intensity of her senses, each peak higher than the last. She no longer cared that her voice was rising and floating up the attic stairs. She had slipped off the edge.
Dahlia heard her daughter’s faint cries and understood. She was beginning to feel that way herself. She put her own desire out of her mind and finished the paddling. H
