Quinlan lowered himself then, letting the hot tip of his cock give a gentle kiss to her pink, swollen flesh. Then he paused, holding his massive, ready length just a hairsbreadth from entering.
He didn't have to ask this time; Jasmine understood. He was making her acknowledge her desire one last time, making her own the surrender to the fullest possible degree.
Her voice was shaken, barely a whisper as she complained with a cute, feminine scoff. "I can't believe you're making me bear open everything of mine before you…"
Just as she verbalized that complaint of hers, Serika moved.
She knelt gracefully behind Jasmine, gently lifting her head and positioning herself so that Jasmine's head rested on her sexy, firm thighs, creating a perfect lap pillow.
Jasmine looked up into the woman's mesmerizing green eyes, momentarily surprised by the unexpected cushioning.
"I am here to support you," Serika explained softly. "Should I move away?"
