“Please.” He kissed her p***y, sending a shock of pleasure into her. “Do you want us to put you down or —?”
“Y'all think we could try it like this? Me up in the air?”
Sam kissed her neck. “Your wish is our command. Matt? Spot?” he murmured, then gasped.
Matt laughed, sliding out from beneath Gina and standing. “As you wish.” His hands slid around her ribs once again, only this time from above.
Jim carefully slid Gina’s legs off one shoulder and then the other, taking hold of her hips in his surprisingly strong hands. The insides of her thighs skimmed over a t-shirt binding chest muscles that felt carved from stone. He hummed appreciatively. “You have a lovely arse, ae-in.”
“Thanks,” purred Gina as her pelvis slid closer to his. She blew in Sam’s ear. “So do all of y’all.”
And then Ji
