Ashley put both of her palms on Divi’s tits and gently rolled her hands around their contour. It was Divi’s turn to groan. If it got any hotter between these two, they would burst into flames. They were both gasping for air and we hadn’t even got three feet from the front door.
Ashley back-walked herself through the kitchen to the living room. Divi wasn’t about to release Ashley’s mammoth tits and she was dragged along with her. I followed willingly.
They didn’t make it to the sofa and Divi went down to the carpet with Ashley following her down. They were attacking anywhere they could reach with their lips and tongues. Their sexual heat was almost palpable. I had to renew my own hand job or I was going to explode.