Sunday night felt different. They both knew the weekend was ending tomorrow morning, but neither of them wanted to talk about it. Instead, they let their bodies do the talking.
Becky stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered her ass. Dave was already on the bed, naked, his c**k half-hard just from watching her. He pulled her close the second she climbed onto the mattress and kissed her slow and deep. Their tongues slid together lazily, like they had all the time in the world even though they didn’t.
He untied her robe and let it fall open. His hands roamed over her body — cupping her t**s, pinching her n*****s until they stood hard, then sliding down to stroke her already wet p***y. Becky moaned softly into his mouth and reached for his c**k, s
