"Can you be a friend who, pfsh, who doesn't sit on my wrists like an asshole~?"  Tom grumbles, flexing her fingers, the hands going numb under Alex's weight.  Her eyes go to the two's discarded gear, the ass up and face down woman sleeping comatose on the bed, and then back to the sloppy pair.  They've been at this at least for a little while is obvious.  "Damn, you two are like rabbiiii~" Her voice strains off with an convulsive twich as Lynx drags her tongue across the sensitive flesh of the cockhead and then again when she drops even lower to apply suction to the industrial area below.  "God dammit."<br/><br/>It had been awhile, and even if they weren't interested in giving her much say in it, this had potential.  As the last button is freed and her shirt brushed open, a pair of lovely tits swaying as she arches back under the former ranger's affections.  The first grab at the phallic object smacking her in the forehead is a near miss, her full bottom lips dragging across the sensitive gland before she lunges up again and just manages to hook the elusive thing with her front teeth.  An uncomfortable scraping that is soon replaced with all warm, wet suction as she works her head side to side tongue roughly working away at the vein swollen at the tip underneath the head swirling madly.<br/><br/>She's done this before.  Not surprising.  Sometimes you shoot for your food, sometimes you get shot.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>