Sixteen
“Russell was just, ugh! But, you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do...” — Francesca BoyleThe early morning daylight slowly woke Isaac from a deep sleep. As he came to, he found his face nestled in Jenny’s hair, and his right hand draped gently across her breast. Before he was even fully conscious, and without thinking about it, he started to caress lightly around her n****e. In response, Jenny sighed languorously, rolled away from him onto her left side and pushed her buttocks back, slowly but firmly, into his groin. Isaac’s loins responded as they should. He gently bit her neck and less gently tweaked her n****e as he shifted into position — causing a sensuous half gasp, half squeal from Jenny in response.
This would be the sixth time they’d had s*x over the thirty six hours since
