Shifting gears, Damian pulled Racheal onto his lap, her skirt hiked up around her waist, panties still askew. He positioned her so she straddled one thigh, her wet pussy grinding against the rough denim of his jeans.
"Ride my leg," he instructed gently, hands on her hips to guide the motion.
She complied with a whimper, her movements slow at first but the tempo increased with time. Meanwhile, Ruby and Hazel flanked them, Ruby standing to offer her breasts to Damian's mouth and he latched onto one, sucking hard while pinching the other.
Hazel slipped behind Racheal again, her hands roaming the girl's back before cupping her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly.
"Relax," Hazel murmured, dipping her head to kiss along Racheal's spine, then lower, her tongue flicking out to tease the puckered entrance.
Racheal jolted, a startled yelp escaping her, but the sensation was electric, mixing with the pressure on her pussy to make her grind faster.
