HE BROKE ME; THEN HE OWNED ME
Freya turned her head toward me, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, her fingers still circling her clit.
“Get between her legs,” he said to her, his fist tightening around his cock, stroking it slow and deliberate. “I want to see your tongue buried in her pussy.”
My breath hitched.
Freya crawled toward me without hesitation, her body moving like a predator’s hungry, smooth, aching to obey.
She knelt between my thighs, hands on my hips as she lowered her mouth. The first swipe of her tongue made me cry out, hips jerking off the bed.
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