With the smouldering cigarette propped erect between her fingertips, which were rested upon the top of her chest, just above her left breast, Marcy stared up at the ceiling and just enjoyed the ebbing sense of post-coital satisfaction. Yet their defining trait was still the youthful firmness that by and large retained far more of their shape than it surrendered. Porn sex It took less than half a minute for the urges Paul had been supressing to find their release. Marcy got the impression that Paul wanted to vent, but she wasn’t so sure she wanted to go down that road. He could feel the warmth radiating from it; its scent saturated his nostrils. “You wanna talk about it?” Paul asked with a shrug. He tried to be cool, but the second he saw Marcy, he paused for an instant. She propped herself up a little and decided to remove her arms from the bathrobe sleeves, but couldn’t be bothered just yet to get off the bathrobe completely. “No,” Marcy replied in an eerily sweet voice. Going down on Marcy was starting to agree with him.
