After Constantino tossed me onto the couch, he tugged his wife closer and pushed her down on top of me. She straddled my waist, her t**s swaying in her tiny black bikini, the gold chain glimmering in the sunlight.
Her p***y was flush against mine and wet. So damn wet.
She placed her hands on my t**s to steady herself and glanced back at her husband, who unclasped the straps of her bikini and tore it off her body. She gasped and curled her fingers into my breasts almost instinctively.
Warm spread throughout my core, and I ground my hips up against hers in an attempt to rub myself off. Constantino walked between our legs, placed a hand on Laila’s lower back, and arched it so her t**s hung in my face.
I latched my teeth around one of her n*****s, sucking and tugging on it until she moaned
