She slid off my face slowly, thighs trembling, p***y still dripping onto my chin. She walked straight to him and grabbed his tie, yanked him close and kissed him hard. He groaned into her mouth, hands flying to her ass, squeezing like he’d been dying to touch her all week.
When she pulled back, she smiled. Wicked. “Mia’s been warming me up for you.”
His gaze flicked to me. I sat up on the rug, legs open, p***y swollen and dripping slick. My chest heaved and I couldn’t stop trembling. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Strip,” she told him.
He didn’t move at first. Just stared atme naked, then her naked, the air thick with s*x. Then his hands went to his tie. Yanked it loose. Buttons popped as he ripped his shirt open. Belt clinked. Pants down. Boxers followed and then his c**k s
