Donovan,” Tish cooed, one hand flying over Oriana’s pussy like only another woman’s could, the other tweaking one of Oriana’s sensitive little nipples. XXX “Oh you son of a bitch, I know what you’re doing.”
Grinning like an idiot as she slapped my dick and threw her leg over my waist, I said, “Hey don’t talk about our mother like that.”
She snorted, rubbing her soaked slit over my dick. I didn’t do anything fancy on the way home because it was dark and I didn’t like riding at night. She had curled up against Oriana, her hands within easy reach of Oriana’s vital areas. She smiled sympathetically and stood up, clutching her belt, “Yeah, I still have to wake up in the morning.” I chuckled; she could plainly see I was exhausted. Tish impressed me by quitting her P.I. I looked to Oriana but she shrugged; a very pleasing movement that caused her breasts to
