What Are Friends For?_(4)
She was lying on the bed on her stomach in front of him, presenting herself. Her arms and legs spread wide and taught by ropes lashed to each bedpost. Marshall walked up to her pussy and slid his finger up and down her perfect folds. If her mouth wasn’t biting down into her pillow she would have let loose a shrill cry of ecstasy. Marshall looked back at his friend, who was sitting on the couch nearby, watching his best friend play with his woman’s cunt. “Tyler, are you sure about this? Man, I don’t know.” “Of course man, Bev loves it. You know that pussy looks fucking perfect.” Glancing back, he watched her just ooze more juice, beads running down her inner thigh. The anticipation for another man’s cock was just too much for …