Winson lifted his head when he felt Ricca's hand slip inside his underwear. She was holding his manhood. Goosebumps rose all over Winson’s body at that moment.
As he thought of Lorain’s curves—remembering how she danced at the bar—Ricca’s lips began tracing up his chest until they reached his lips. Winson responded with a kiss the moment Ricca’s lips landed on his.
Their lips and tongues danced with each other. “I’ll never get tired of kissing you, Lorain...” he whispered in his mind while exchanging tongues with Ricca. But even as he was doing that with Ricca, only Lorain filled Winson’s thoughts.
"Ughhh... uhhhhhggg..." echoed the sounds of their kiss.
Ricca quickly took off Winson’s clothes and climbed on top of him.
"Ahhhh! Ahhhhuggg!" Ricca moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto Winson’s manhood.
Winson gasped each time Ricca moved up and down while straddling him.
"Uhhghhh... Lorain... just keep going..." he moaned in his mind.
Unable to hold back anymore, Winson laid
