52-Real Love

~Vance’s Point of View~

“You’re soaking wet Daphne, do you like this? Do you like Liam’s face buried in your pussy? You’re so fucking hot for him aren’t you? You’re going to come on his face for us,” I tease, as she’s teetering near her limit.

The word “pussy” is still weird and bizarre to me, but Jack and Finch insist it’s what she’ll want to hear. Since I still know so little about human females and their sexual preferences I have to believe they know best.

The way her body is already responding to us is exactly what we needed to continue, to know that we weren’t taking advantage of her.

“Ohhh, ohhhh,” she moans, her body already nearly limp as Christian and I suck and lick, driving the intensity of the explosion about to burst.

I’m so damn close myself I can’t stand it. But it's only for her, I won’t spill my seed tonight anywhere else. Though I doubt my brothers can have that level of self control. Liam won’t. While I know he got to fuck her a few days ago, it’s not enough. One