“I think that should help move things along,” he comments. Then passing Richard a small pair of scissors, he sits on the end of the bed, sucking in his cheeks.
Still standing behind her, one arm now locked around Beth, I pull her body hard against mine. The heat of her skin scorches through my shirt. Her quickening heartbeat thumps through my chest and my arm tightens and relaxes with her breathing. Reaching down with my free hand, I stroke over her mound, then cup the fingers inward.
Wet heat rewards me, my fingertips slick as I probe inwards, slipping between her labia, stroking and teasing around her c**t.
And together, we watch Richard with Charlotte.
Charlotte keeps herself trimmed in any case, but she’s always done it for herself. Richard’s eyes rise to hers, then drop to his ‘wo
