I knew Bonnie wouldn’t run. Bonnie moves to the middle of my bed as I take a seat in the old style Victorian chair I have in my bedroom. xxx18 My lips play with her clit and my tongue dives into her pussy hole. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I smile. She shuffles further back from Bonnie to the edge of the bed almost falling off. “As long as you don’t run….” I say from the door frame. I thought she was a man because of her short black hair but then she got naked and he was a she.” Marcie rambles. Marcie’s free hand is tangled in Bonnie’s hair trying to pull her away but it isn’t effective if you aren’t trying.
