Chapter 24

• “It’s so soft,” she whispered to me as she stroked him slowly.
• I had to crush my aching puffies in my hands to keep from joining them. Bethany needed some time of her own to kinda catch up. “You can kiss him if you want. He’s a good kisser.”
• Bethany grinned at me and kept stroking him. Then she leaned over to brush her lips over his. Mark deepened the kiss, pulling her head closer and running his fingers through her long brown hair. Seeing her gasp in response made me slip one hand down to cup my dripping slit.