“Don’t stop,” you say. You’re not sure about joining in yet though, not until you’re sure what you’re getting in to. You walk to the bottom of the bed, their eyes on you, their hips still rocking, and grab hold of the sheets that cover them, and slowly pull them off.
It’s like watching a distant portrait resolve itself, skin of dawn and skin of dusk revealed, one pink set of n*****s, the other cherry-wood dark. Their breasts are rubbing against one another and their hands are cupped into one another’s crotch, thighs sliding on top of one another as they do so.
Now that everything is visible, it’s starting to make you ache.
“Definitely don’t stop,” you say.
The black woman chuckles and does something more to make the redhead moan. And then she dives down to suck on the black woman’s bre
