Making her feel alive. Each was a generous handful and then some. Gently parting his legs with her hands she leaned in and slowly cleaned his wet dick with her mouth. Marcy must’ve dozed off just after having sex with Paul; not surprisingly. This was precisely how she’d gotten him on board for their earlier indiscretion: just one or two inviting kisses from her warm lips and Paul’s hormones were in control, making sex inevitable. As she stepped out into the hallway, she noticed Paul for the first time. They were like nothing he’d ever seen in porn. His blood had dropped to his crotch like a ton of bricks when Marcy had first removed her bra in front of him. She almost wept when she discovered that her calves were clean. The hand that had been holding the small of her back for support slipped down on to her butt and guided her coital motions with a tight grasp. The erection of her nipple seemed to make it a point of interest for Paul’s fingers and they spent a lot of time touching and rubbing it.
