“Yeah,” he told her. She thrust her own hips up harder to meet him. She squeezed him with her legs. “Just let them touch. He was just registering what she was saying, and in the thinking part of his mind he just didn’t care. “I can’t, Robert.”
He slid the head of his cock to the middle of her labial lips. He could see the rise and fall of her breathing. He just gave her a couple of slightly harder jabs with his fingers as he circled her clit with the tip of his thumb. Then he placed a shoulder against a meaty thigh and pushed. He raised himself up to one side as he continued to work his fingers into her wet pussy. What if he did get her pregnant? She gave him several quick pecks, over and over. Then he worked himself into a rhythm, pounding his face against her outer labia as he fucked her pussy with his tongue.
