Alyssa smiled gently at the sight, her crimson nails rasping as she stroked herself in the fishy ebon curls beneath her belly. “Would you like to touch my p***y?” she wondered, very compassionately. “Would that help?”
“Oh, God, Alyssa…” the older man groaned. “Please? C-c-could I…?”
“Of course, darling,” she assured him graciously.
Shuddering in his gratitude, then, the beefy professor reached over between Alyssa’s splayed thighs, and he rested his weathered palm atop the plump-lipped thing for a moment, cupping the hairy mound beneath which the girl’s graceful, tapering digits rubbed. Finally, breathing heavily, as Brad, red-faced and drooling and helplessly erect in his oral servitude, watched in envy and in awe from the corner of his eye, Ted rotated his wrist, and with a dreamy litt
