Becky’s Marine part 5_(1)
Chapter 5 Becky was bent over the bed with her dress pushed up around her waist and my face mere inches from her exposed body. Everything about that moment was intoxicating, the sight, the smell, the feelings washing over me and dragging any self control I had far away. At that moment there was nowhere else in the world I wanted to be. “Waiting for a written invitation?” She asked with a gentle undertone of urgency. I gave no verbal reply, only placed my hands on her firm ass and spread her cheeks. Her pussy was glistening in the light of the lamp and she let out a low moan in response. “Please stop teasing me baby. I want to feel that magical tongue so bad.” She pleaded. I was really enjoying the torment I …