Lynn's POV
At this moment, Marilyn was like a lazy, pestering cat, her soft, upturned buttocks pressing against my hard, hot sex, teeth biting on my protruding throat knots, warm, soft lips covering up, neither light nor heavy, containing sucking and pursing.
From time to time, her teeth forcefully closed, leaving a few conspicuous small teeth marks on my neck.
I held up a hand, a little nervous, to hold the soft waist in front of me. I have a wide palm, long and slender finger bones; one palm was enough to measure Marilyn's waist, and still had more than enough.
My other hand was pressed by Marilyn onto her soft, arched buttocks, half not daring to move.
Delicate strands of hair brushed my neck and collarbone. I held my breath and slowly exhaled another mouthful of hot, cloudy air, suppressing my mind and reminding myself, "Sis-, this is in a car..."
