I study them as Caleb and Bjørnar grind into each other. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I get a new release when they turn their gazes back to me. I sit there with my legs spread for them to see my ministrations and do not stop when they lick their lips. They made a show for me, so I might as well do the same for them.
I make a little “yelp” when they both dive for me. They utter no words between them, but they work in unison. Caleb lies on his back on the bed, with his legs outside, and Bjørnar lifts me and places me on Caleb’s face with no ceremony. Caleb grabs my hips and plunges his tongue into my slit, grunting in joy. The rush of sensations screams through me, but all I can do is a little weak whimper.
Then Bjørnar takes Caleb’s pants off, and I suddenly understand his
