Wicked, Jody’s going for a smother and Jandy looks too weak to hold her off. Bridget’s pulse beat faster, the blood zinged in her ears.
Jody creeped upward, locked her elbows and let her ample breasts swing to a stop over Jandy’s red, sweat streaked, face.
Do it! You got her, come down nice and slow, let Jandy take a breath, it won’t save her. You can keep her in place until she runs out of air. Come on….
