Helen merely pursed her lips.
Alyssa shot a smirking glance at the redhead, who, biting her lip prettily, could not help m**********g herself at the thought while everyone watched. “Looks like Missy would like to see that, anyway,” she commented crookedly.
“But I want your husband,” smiled Helen with syrupy sweetness. She winked at Brad, then looked back at his reluctant wife. “I think it’d be kinda kinky…”
“Naughty, naughty,” murmured Alyssa, watching the older woman’s hands sly and possessive upon Brad’s available flesh. Brad almost thought he detected a faint note of irritation in the girl’s quiet tones.
“Oh, you talk a pretty big talk, Alyssa,” said Helen patiently, “and I know just how much you love to flaunt that little body of yours, and get groped and kissed, and gangbanged til
