7
LACEY
Oh. My. God. He was a dirty talker.
“Colt likes p***y,” Micah commented as his friend dropped to his knees between my parted thighs.
Since I didn’t say anything—why would I?—Colt didn’t wait a second longer and put his mouth on me. His tongue to be precise, and in a very expert way. I arched my back and cried out at the hot feel of him.
“Me?” Micah continued, as he moved around to the side of the bed, put a knee on the mattress and leaned over me. While Colt used his thumbs to part me, then slid a firm tongue from my entrance and up to my c**t, I had a hard time focusing on Micah’s blue eyes. He smiled. “Like that, do you?”
I nodded and gasped as Colt flicked my c**t. My skin wasn’t damp from the rain any longer. No, it all just rose off of me as steam, I was that heated, tha
