Jayne’s tongue was longer than average, one of the traits she liked to show off on a regular basis, I could only imagine what it must feel like, from the look on Sara’s face, it was pretty damn good.
I watched, biting my lip, wanting what Jayne was getting, as Sara rubbed her long fingers over Jayne’s pussy through her underwear, gently teasing the crotch with her nail, thinking about pulling it aside to reveal the softness residing inside.
Sara stopped her pussy probing, removing Jayne’s leg from her neck, she let her climb onto the bed, Jayne positioning herself in such a way I would be able to see everything, leaving me even more unsure about whether they knew about my spying.
