“That’s too bad, Darlin’. You’re much too cute to be sitting’ around this dump.” He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, pressing a kiss to her temple. She clung to him, his cotton dress shirt wrinkling in her fists.
“Yeah, I am,” Gloria shot him a cheeky grin, “and it would’ve been more fun in here if I’d been Barney Muggin’ with you instead, baby.” She looked up at him from hooded eyes, pressing her hips into him, rubbing herself on him the way he liked. He squeezed her hips, fingers digging into her flesh, and crashed his lips to hers.
“Is that so, Glo?” His pants tightened as his arousal grew. “You wanna Barney me, do you, doll?” Her hand slid down, her fingers crawling over the generous bulge in his pants. She opened his fly and slid one hand into his pants and pushed his suspenders off his shoulders with the other.
“Let’s pretend we’re at a pettin’ party, Frankie.” She sank to her knees, her flared skirt circling her as she pulled out his cock, her tongue dragging up the underside of it, eyes locked on his. Frank’s eyes, dark with lust, drank in the sight of her lips stretched around his shaft.
This. This right here was how he knew he’d made it. Gloria, daughter of a prominent businessman and town councilman, down on her knees sucking his dick. Fuck, this got his heart racing every time. And this girl knew how to put...