T Is For Tongues
"Kyle crawled next to Scooter to share his wife's juices with his friend."
"Where did Claire go?" Gina wondered from the sleeping bag spread on the forest floor."Chasing a squirrel behind a bush?" Kyle kissed his wife's sticky lips. "You taste like her.""You would know," Scooter mused, petting Gina's exposed mound."What do I...