DIRTY DADDIES
Pearl purred, her lips replacing her hand, kissing the burning skin, her tongue snaking out to trace the outline of her own handprint.
Nisha arched her back, pushing her ass into Pearl’s touch. "I know I am."
Pearl’s hands slid around Nisha’s waist, deftly untying the drawstring of her shorts.
The fabric pooled at her ankles, leaving her in just her sports bra and a pair of simple black cotton panties, already dark with moisture at the center.
Pearl hooked her fingers into the waistband and yanked them down to her thighs.
"Spread your legs," Pearl commanded, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.