Linda’s hands lingered on his abs, her fingers tracing the hard ridges, and the heat between them crackled, alive and restless. Her hips jerked, each wave of her climax ripping through her, his walls still clenching, drawing it out. Her skin prickled, smooth and bare, and he stepped out of them, holding the crumpled hose in one hand like a trophy.

The nude pair called to him. “Shit–yeah,” she rasped, her voice rough, her slim frame tense,Orgasms her cock straining, precum wetting her shorts.