"But–"
Before she could finish her protest, Troy's fingers slipped back in, spreading her wider as he dropped to his knees. His tongue dived in.
I bit my lip to stifle a moan. I bet she tasted as sweet as honey. My face burned, sweat beading on my forehead as arousal coiled tight in my core. I watched it all—the licks along her folds, the plunge into her hole, thumb teasing her asshole. Leah's cries filled the speakers, legs quaking, and I palmed my c**k, groaning, imagining my face buried deep between her thighs.
I could sense her orgasm building, her body straining against the wood, but Troy denied her, pulling back at the last second. I whined in frustration right along with her, my own release hovering.
"Do you promise to be a good girl now?" Troy questioned, standing to his feet
