He pulls out so she can swallow, then he’s sinking down so his bum rests on his heels. He kisses the top of her head and his hands snake around her sides so he can play with her tits. That’s my boy. She moans and arches her back harder and I watch through hooded, heavy eyes as he works her tits with squeezes of her flesh and pinches of her nipples. I can’t see her face—David’s bloody shoulder’s in the way—but she’s writhing wantonly, her moans no longer gagged by his cock but ringing clear. ‘Move so I can see her face,’ I bark at David. He shifts, and she turns her head and looks straight at
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