CLOE POV Max turned my face back to him. “Me,” he said. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you.” “Yes,” I said. He smoothed my hair and it felt nice, and so did the drizzle of oil in my ass crack. It tickled, and I gasped. Soren’s fingers were warm. They rubbed the oil all over me, all the way round to my clit, and I felt so slick, so slippery. I heard his belt opening, and then his zipper, and the soft sound of his palm as he lubed himself up. He pushed his thumb inside my ass and I gasped again. And then I groaned. Loud. I fucking loved it. I fucking wanted it. “Dirty girl,” Max whispered, and he was smiling. I pushed back on Soren’s thumb. “Please,” I said. “More.” “Don’t worry.” Soren’s voice was heavy. “You’ll get more, baby. So much more.” He gave me more. Two fingers at least, and I sucked in my breath as they slid inside. He circled his knuckles, and I felt myself loosening, stretching, and it was dirty and fucking gorgeous. Max loosened his belt and I groaned
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