"Oh that's it baby . . . don't hold back," Samantha managed to whisper as she was pushed back against the side of the tub. Closing her eyes, she offered her t**s up to his hungry mouth.
Billy's ravenous, and most eager mouth, virtually flew back and forth between each of her t**s, smothering them each with an excess of frantic kisses before his kisses turned into a long, slow suckling session that soon had Samantha moaning with unabashed delight.
Samantha was on the verge of losing control and begging Billy to f**k her right then and there-- inside the tub-- when a small voice suggested that might be going too far. Somehow, she managed to listen to that voice.
"Honey, Billy, I think you have warmed up your mommy's t**s good enough. Maybe we should get out of the tub now."
Billy pulled
