Her protest is truncated by my mouth capturing her c******s and licking our juices from her v****a. My face is in her tawny fur, which is soaked with our lust. Morgan thrashes on the bed, my hands pressing down on her rock-hard abs, holding her in place as I eat her p***y.
She taps my head, "Enough, come lay with me."
I move up and Morgan lays half over me, her hand running through my hair. The bed is drenched with shower water, sweat, and c*m. The room reeks of s*x. "I, not in a million years, would have said this would happen," Morgan says.
I'm not sure if she wants an answer. I say nothing. Morgan shifts and I feel her drenched pubic hair against my thigh.
"I saw it in your eyes the first time, at dinner that night. I've had a lot of men look at me, I know the signs. I was shocked.
