2.7 Mental Strains (2)

I let my hand slip between her cheeks, skimming down to her moist opening. She groaned loudly as I slipped two fingers inside.

“Please,” she gasped, rearing back, rotating her hips.

I smirked, sending a wink to Miles before twirling Chloe’s hair around my other hand in a fist, then directing her face further into his lap. She gave in, taking most of his dick in at once. He let out a guttural sound of satisfaction. Her lips are so juicy. Both sets. Now that the teasing is over, I’m ready for a taste.

I grabbed her cheeks, lifted her ass all the way off the bed, and started nibbling on the fatty flesh of her full, rounded tush. She groaned with her mouth full, urging me to continue towards her center. When my mouth met her pussy lips, her legs began to shake gently on either side of my head. I teased her with my tongue, fucking her, then flicking it over her clit frantically. Right when she was about to explode, I slowed my attack, controlling my tongue as it rolled inside of her.