Without a sound she dropped to her knees on the hardwood, skirt still rucked up around her hips. Her mouth closed around me—warm, careful, quiet. Not a single sloppy noise. Just soft suction and the faint heat of her tongue curling under the head.
Eleanor moaned against my shoulder, oblivious, hips twitching like she was trying to chase me back inside her.
I kept my voice low, rough. "You want my cock back in your pussy?"
She nodded fast against my skin. "Fuck me, Evan. Please. Put it in me."
Minne gave one last slow, dragging suck—lips tight all the way down—then let me go with a soft pop. I gripped myself, angled, and slid straight back into Eleanor's soaked heat. She sighed like she'd been waiting her whole life for it.
I eased into a slower rhythm now, letting every inch drag. Then I tilted my head down toward my cock—eyes on Minne the whole time—and mouthed the words silently: 'Suck my balls.'
