EXTRACT FOR
The GILF Mistress 4
(J.S. Lee)

The wet sounds of the two lovers tongues as they melded and pulled back, their sticky lips parted and sucking and the bed groaning under their bodies was an auditory torture for Brandon.  Watching it, hearing it, smelling their body heat mixing together, it was all traveling straight to the hot, hard lump between his legs and making him lust after her even more than before.



Marilyn purred like a cat as the handsome, hung stud moved down her body.  Licking her breasts all too briefly, Carlos clearly had another need to satiate and once he made a damp trail of kisses down the center of her body and spread her legs, Brandon knew what her lover craved.  It was a familiar want, one that Brandon himself had spent hours contemplating, whispering her name again and again in the dark between curling his tongue and letting it wiggle as he imagined that he would when Marilyn sat on his face.



He had never gone down on a woman and Brandon wanted to taste his best friend's hot grandma so badly.  Now that he had seen Marilyn's lower lips, the hunger inside had grown, it was almost a pain and watching Carlos part her, run his fingers over the little trail of her glistening hair and begin his wet kisses in her crevice, Brandon whimpered as he watched and listened.