Chapter 42: Ice Cream

As Marlee moved, her eyes went glassy. She bit her red lower lip, her breath coming in soft, quick puffs. I saw her breasts, pressed together, had flushed. Right then, she arched her hips higher. That exaggerated, perfect S-curve nearly stole my breath. She seemed to be at her limit, her gaze locked on my saliva-slick erection. Her face drifted closer and closer, like she wanted to bite down.  I was just as worked up and took the chance. "Do you want to taste me?" Marlee flushed to the tips...