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She moaned, so lost in the aftershocks of her orgasm that she didn't even open her eyes.
With her legs draped wide, Trent fucked her, panting as he thrust. She could make only little breathy sounds, and Trent grunted, "Help her, she's right on the edge again."
Despite the proximity to a part he preferred not to touch, Darren shifted until his face was above her mound. This close, the smell of sex overpowered and drugged him. He didn't so much see Trent fucking her as he could feel it, sense it. Her legs already parted wide, it proved simple for him to lick her. Her swollen bud quivered at his touch, and Trent gasped.