#sammary

“Why do I have to do the work? Can’t you do it? Can’t you make me love you again?”

Mary and Sam are tangled together on the bed, bodies pressed close in slow, sensual scissoring. Their thighs slot perfectly, slick cunts grinding in wet, rhythmic slides. they kiss deep, moans muffled against each other's mouths.

Their hands cupping, squeezing each other's breasts. Then Mary shifts, arching her back so one breast brushes Sam's lips. He latches on, sucking hard.

After they come, a gush of wet heat slicking them both — Mary pushes him gently onto his back. She spreads Sam's legs wide, settles between them, tongue lapping up every drop of their combined arousal, then pointing to circle Sam's clit in tight, relentless patterns. He writhes, hands fisting the sheets, hips bucking up into her mouth while he gasps.