Held her tight boobs out in front. Played his hand down toward her cunt.

"Unh."

Jacoby corked his head about.

"Chiquita, luck this little bitch to hell and back. I want to watch."

"No!"

Jacquette tore from Jacoby's grip. He whipped his body around.

Caught her again from the side.

Jacoby ran his hands from Jacquette's neck down between her legs. Grabbing up handfuls of tit and ass on the way.

"Strip her, Chiquita."

"Shit."

Chiquita chattered away in Spanish as she crawled her fingers across Jacquette's tushie. She hooked her hands down the back of Jacquette's ass. Peeled the tights from her legs.

"Egad."

Then Chiquita churned the sweatshirt up over Jacquette's arms.

Palmed her way into Jacquette's stretch athletic bra and whipped it off in a trice.

"Like it like that," Jacoby cackled. He stepped back and began to haul his clothes off.

"Start in sucking, Chiquita," Jacoby said. "That's what you like, Jacquette?"

"I was only kidding," Jacquette said.

"What she say?" Chiquita said. "She say she wanna kiss from Chiquita?"

Jacquette opened her mouth to spit.

Chiquita's long tongue shot out. Filled Jacquette's mouth.

Dangled down her throat. Tongue lingered long, mouths sucking.

"Good, little one," Chiquita said, tossing her hair back.

She bared her teeth.

"Now we kiss for real."

The attack was swift.

To the mark.

"Eeeee-eeeh-ek."

Chiquita chewed into Jacquette's chest. Suckered the tight nipples.

Gnawed the tart titflesh. Slurped the salty tang of Jacquette's cold sweat.

"Ooooo-unh-ngh."

"I suck you more. Then I fuck you. But first I get another kissy in. You cute."

"Oh, gawd. I'm dizzy."

"Just hold still then."

Chiquita pressed herself into Jacquette. Jacquette's eyes and tongue rolled.