I barely coughed and hoped it didn't sound fake. I had to make some kind of noise to relieve the tension in my lungs.
Chris shifted then. He must have used his toes to push himself forward. I didn't know if it was my imagination or if I could feel his front against the bottom of my bottom.
He dragged the back of his fingernails along the curve of my back where it dropped to my sides.
His hands were almost to my shoulders and he shifted forward again.
I wondered to myself why my p***y whined inside my head. She wanted some attention, and she wanted it from that manly something I could feel against my butt barely inches from her.
She had never been such a selfish, whiny b***h before. Never. She never complained about my mouth having all the fun.
He got to my shoulders, and without stop
