Minne's breathing turned ragged, her small body trembling beneath me as I thrust deep and steady. Delilah, still holding her from behind, leaned forward and began playing with Minne's nipples—gentle pinches and rolls that made the girl gasp.
"Good job, honey," Delilah whispered into Minne's ear. "That's it. Milk Daddy's cock. Squeeze him just like that."
I kept my face buried in Nala's pussy, tongue plunging deep, licking her clit in fast circles. Nala moaned above me, hips grinding against my mouth.
She smirked suddenly, straightened up a little, and placed a gentle hand on the back of my neck, pushing me forward toward Minne's face.
"Let her taste my cunt, Evan."
I pulled back just enough to meet Minne's lips. We kissed—deep, messy, my tongue sliding into her mouth so she could taste Nala's sweetness on me. Minne moaned softly into the kiss, shy but eager, her tongue brushing mine.
When we broke apart, Nala smiled down at her. "How did my pussy taste, Minne?"
