I was lost. Too many hands, too many mouths. Within seconds I was lost in a swirl of pleasure. I was so much smaller than they were that Ethan dropped to his knees and my breasts were at the perfect height for his mouth.
He grinned up at me. “I love that they’re pink. Let’s see if I can get those tips nice and cherry red from my mouth.”
My hands went to his head, instantly tangling in his hair when he sucked a n****e. Oh. My. God. They hardened, one against his tongue, the other between his fingers as he played, pulled, even pinched. As he did that, Matt’s hands were roaming, up and down my back, then lower and between my legs.
When his finger slid over my slit, my hips bucked.
“Dripping,” me murmured in my ear. “I still taste you.”
Ethan pulled off my n****e with a pop. “I haven’t ta
