Trophy Wife Ch. 01

Ann felt a groan of disappointment from Kari but then the tongue cooperated and formed itself into a little prick that pistonned in and out of Ann’s channel. Ann moved her hips again and the tongue lapped alternately at each of the two lips. Then Ann rotated her hips back down and moved the tongue to its reward. Two hands snaked upward to massage Ann’s breasts.

The pressure built in Ann’s hips. Suddenly the wave of warmth lashed out from Ann’s clit to her breasts to her fingertips and toenails.

“Oh, Kari, Kari, Kari. Oh! My! Lord!” Ann’s whole body went rigid and then let go. She felt as if all her joints had fallen apart, then blackness.