“Go ahead, f**k my t**s,” she remained still and when he pumped his hips, she added. “f**k his tits.”
Austin moved his hips as much as he could while sitting, and Hannah, after a look at Tom during which she slurped the precum into her mouth, lowered her head. She kissed the tip of his c**k when it passed through, then the next time made him whimper when she opened her mouth, letting his head enter it, but had it wide enough he couldn’t feel anything except her warm breath.
His gaze shifted to the mirror and he groaned at the view of Hannah squatting from behind, and imagining her doing it over his face, grinding her slit into his tongue the way she had his c**k.
The view added to his already out of control desire and he grabbed her t**s, pressing them harder to his c**k and f****d her
