Betty's eyes flew open, as her hands found Jessica's head and pressed her hard against her full breast. Unable to form words on the down hill side of her latest mini burst of orgasmic energy, Betty shook her head left and right; eyes first pleading and then threatening, warning Ronnie not to strip Jessica away. But then a glob of sperm dripped off the tip of his cock, trailing a string, flooding the air with his scent. Betty's nostrils flared and she reached out with her mouth and body language, while still maintaining the leach attached to her nipple.

"Listen!"

His command voice cut through the fog, more in his...