Sabrina's tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up the underside of his thick, throbbing fifteen-inch cock, starting from the base where Miku's mouth worked hungrily and gliding upward in a teasing swirl.
Together, they worshipped him—Miku sucking deeply at the swollen head, lips stretched wide, while Sabrina licked and lapped along the veined shaft, her hand gently cupping and massaging his heavy balls.
Their tongues occasionally met, sliding against each other in wet, heated friction as they shared him, a silent agreement forming in the heat of the moment.
Ross's low groan above them only spurred them on, the sound vibrating through the air like a promise of what was to come.
A little while later, the opulent bedchamber had transformed into a haze of raw, unbridled passion.
Heavy velvet curtains blocked out the moonlight, leaving only the golden flicker of candles to dance across sweat-slicked skin.
