Kapitel 250: Chapter 250: Saviours, Part 8

James

I’m warming too, the blood beginning to pound in my ears, to pool in my groin. I move a little to see what he’s doing, watching as, thumbing back the sheath, he plays her bud. She’s whimpering under his touch, her fingers gripping his head where he still suckles at a breast. And as he splays her folds, opens her then penetrates, her whimpering grows to moans.

She arches, straining her knees wide, head pressing back against the pillow. His fingers are slick, gleaming now with her thighs, wet and glistening.

Watching her as he sits upright, Michael gently finger-fucks her. His movements are slow, barely a thrust, but I think he’s stretching his fingers wide inside her. His own colour is rising now, his face flushing as he watches her mounting heat. Flashing me a look, he stands to one side, undressing.