by TodtHill
Can't decide on a tense, dialog is wooden, just a mess.
Editor time.
Chills run down her spine as she rises up and Chris grabs both of her breasts. They fill up his powerful hands easily, boobs big enough where he can give a rough squeeze. Groping gently with his fingertips, Morgan bites John's ear and whispers: "I won't fuck you tonight, but maybe I can make up for it."