Macy:
“God… f.u.c.k…” I moaned.
“What a perfect little plaything,” Cain grumbled between my thighs.
True to their word, as soon as dinner was over, I was slammed onto my back across Wyatt’s bed while they treated me like a dessert.
“Your p.u.s.s.y tastes like candy.” He muttered, diving back in, licking my c.l.i.t.
“Ah!” I cried out. Cain sucked my piercing between his lips, still licking me. My legs shook around his face while his massive hands spread my thighs wide, opening me for him.
“How pretty.” Creed chimed, staring at my shaking thighs.
My thighs bucked on Cain’s face. His dark chuckle vibrated his lips.
“Shut the f.u.c.k up and make me come already,” I growled, lifting my ass to push his tongue deeper into me.
His tongue stilled, his head lifted, and darkness clouded
