Minne crawled forward on all fours, shy and eager at the same time. Her cheeks were still flushed bright red, eyes glassy from the earlier fucking. She settled between my legs, small hands resting on my thighs, and opened her mouth wide. Her tongue came out first—soft, tentative—lapping along the underside of my shaft, tasting the mix of her own wetness and my cum. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked slowly, cheeks hollowing as she drew me in.
I groaned low, head tipping back against the pillow.
Tessa shifted beside me, lying on her back so her shoulder pressed against mine. She turned her head, found my mouth, and kissed me—slow at first, lips brushing, then deeper. I kissed her back, tongue sliding against hers, one hand moving up to cup her breast. Her tit filled my palm perfectly; I kneaded it gently, thumb rolling over her hard nipple, feeling it pebble tighter under my touch.
