Continuing with Loretta
Loretta let me help her take off the boustier, which was fun, but immediately put her arm in front of her breasts. I thought it was cute that she was being so shy after we had just screwed.
"Come on, don't get bashful on me now."
Loretta took her arm away. They were smallish (I'd say 34B) and on the saggy side but she had dark, rock-hard nipples. I started sucking and playing with them right away.
Loretta patted me on head. "My sweet boy," she said. She kept talking as I feasted on her tits. "Whenever I look at my boobs I think about Sonya's."
I looked up. "Sonya?"
"Oh, Sonya lives here. The fellas all drool over her. She has blonde hair and tits like volleyballs. I think they're fake. Her hair, too."
"Ever been in the locker room with her?"
"Huh, why do you ask? Oh, she shaves down there... Hiding the evidence I bet."
I felt impish. "Does Sonya have a birthday coming up?"
Loretta gave me a playful slap. "You keep talking like that and no more pussy for you." My dick perked up.
"Ready for the next round?" I asked.
"Not yet. You promised to take care of me." she said, then wiggled her tongue. (to be continued)
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