Chapter Sixty Three

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

In my sex-addled state, this sounded like a mighty tempting way of life. A way of life that, like Lisa Warden, was too tempting to resist. As she squeezed my swollen c*ck with her a*s, and she rubbed her huge bre*sts over my face, there seemed to be only one real choice.

As if a shadow passed over my face, my expression changed. Pulling my face for a moment from between her mammoth jugs, I met Lisa's eyes with mine, and, letting my lips curl into an animalistic snarl, I growled a command.

"F*ck me, Lisa... f*ck me!"

Her plump lips curling into an almost proud smile, she used her taut thighs to lift herself up, raising her a*s up, releasing most of my meaty pipe to the cool air of the neighborhood once again, leaving only the swollen head inside her. As she raised herself up, she slid her huge, sweaty bre*sts across my face. She held this position for a few moments, teasingly, before driving herself back down, her a