Chapter 41-memory

Marilyn's POV

Lynn's hot breath sprayed on the side of my face, sweat dripped down his well-defined jaw, I blushed and raised my head, stuck out my tongue and licked lightly on his chin, and then rested my head back on his shoulder and neck, murmuring, "You're so sweaty ah ..."

"Hmm? Well ..." lynn blushed, some naive and froze responded, his body did not stop, want to say something, but his ears suddenly heard the gradually approaching sound of the car.

His complexion changed slightly, suddenly tensed his muscles, raised his eyes to look out the window, grabbed my shirt and draped it tightly over me, and pressed his palm against my back to press me firmly in front of himself.

As if I didn't notice, I pushed my hand under lynn's belly, my fingertips hooking over the root of the fleshy shaft, running down Lynn's exuberant hair, and up to feel his extra-hard muscles from the strained exertion.