Chapter Six
Tools Of The Trade
I lay on my girl, my lust spent, my lungs pumping air with turbulent gasps. She was so short my chest and neck pressed down on her head and hair. I savored the feel of her breasts crushed against my chest as she struggled to breathe under my weight.
I heard a commotion from Treise, so I propped up on an elbow and watched her. She was squirming her p***y against her girl’s mouth. Her shoulders were jerking rapidly, twisting left and right whilst her outstretched arms flailed the air. She arched her spine and threw her head back with her mouth wide open, screaming out with yet another orgasm. Sucking in gasp after gasp of air, she continued cumming until she collapsed backward on her girl, moaning and puffing like a steam locomotive.
Slowly, reluctantly, we
