Brent’s mouth came off Mary’s, his grip on her head turning her face aside as his mouth went to her neck, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh of the curve between her back and shoulder. Her struggle for air must have her blood pressure very high, her nipples juttingly erect, prominent between slaps of her pendant, shifting tits against Brent’s legs. Stop, let go of me!” She called out to me “Gary! Help me!”
As I had told him to, Brent tightened his grip on the back of her head, pulling Mary’s hair hard enough to cause her to yelp “Ouch!” Brent turned Mary’s face to her and forced another rough kiss while still holding her body hard against his. Mary jumped in surprise, her startled gasp becoming a complaining “Gary! “Didn’t you say Mary, that you thought he had a good package?”
Mary blushed redly as Brent embraced her, his arms going high and low around her torso. Brent’s grip kept Mary’s forehead against his lower belly for a good 15 seconds, saying “Fuck that’s tight and slick!”
I knelt down next to Brent and Mary, amazed to see Mary’s mouth gaping so open that her tongue was protruding under the base of his cock, the tip drooling a lot of spit across the front of Brent’s scrotum.
