Lyan's hand slipped lower, parting her folds and finding her clit. He rubbed it gently, then more firmly, his fingers moving in slow, circular motions. Josephine's moans grew louder, her hips rocking against his hand. He slid a finger inside her, then another, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Her body responded eagerly, her muscles clenching around his fingers as he brought her closer to the edge.
Belle watched with hooded eyes, her own desire mounting. She reached out, her hand sliding over Lyan's chest, down to his waistband. She tugged at his pants, her fingers brushing against his hardness. Lyan groaned, his attention shifting to her. He kissed her deeply, his hand sliding between her legs, finding her as wet and ready as Josephine. He teased her clit, his fingers moving with the same deliberate slowness, drawing soft moans from her.