Melissa’s thighs opened wide. Touching her pussy, she looked into Mary’s eyes.
“Do it!”
Mary looked at her husband, he shook his head from the phone’s screen, poised on the bedside table.
“Fuck him, Mary. He’s not here, you are.”
Mary hesitated.
“You want to eat it. Desperation is written all over your face, girl.”
Melissa glanced sideways, another shake of the head. Mary could smell her arousal. Melissa’s dipping fingers didn’t help matters.
“You’re dying to do it.”
Another shake of the head, from him. Mary lurched forwards as if dragged by an invisible lead.
The taste was outstanding.
