“Let’s fool around instead.” Mia slapped his thigh. “No! What if the kids wake up?” “We tell them that Gramma had a tickle in her throat a...d Grampa was scratching it with his tongue.” “Pig!” Mia laughed and sat up. Jon drew her head back down against his shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked. “I took four ibuprofens before we came over,” he joked. “Why let them go to waste?” He touched her chin and directed her lips to his. They held a gentle kiss for a few seconds and she relaxed back. Oh, what a kiss! Our heat, the passion, and the desire for one another nearly lit the bed on fire. He grabbed my sides just below my armpits and lifted my chest as he devoured my tits. I buried my hands in his hair as he sucked and teased my hard pleasure-aching nipples with his tongue. He made me moan and whimper with the desire to have his cock inside me once again.Our impulsive rendezvous in his office came from our urgent desire to fuck. Now we were making love. He kissed me again, long and. His scalp was tingling even more; his throath was drier than ever. „Would you like to whip Melissa?“ came the question.There was an intake of breath from the other side of the cell and Quentin's brain seemed to bubble as he looked across at the kneeling shackled figure. He knew he would like to do a lot with Melissa. Including whipping her.„Yes... I would,“ he stated, yet not truly believing that he was going to be permitted to do such a thing. The girl had committed no fault, had she? Of. Solitaire pulled her head back, her mouth free of her husbands dick. His tip throbbing near the side of her eye. She looked at her phone screen at Gary.“Let me see that curved cock!” She commanded. Gary complied. His dark curved nine inch was on her phone screen. “Stroke it for me, I want to see it cum.” She ordered. Solitaire leaned back on the couch spreading her legs. The phone close to her face. She was watching Gary stroke his dick. Her husband slid into her pussy, she was sloppy wet..