Deep Inside
Torin held her upright, one arm wrapped tight around her waist.
Macus gave her a wicked grin, then dragged his tongue slowly from her entrance up to her clit, flicking it with calculated, devastating precision. Silvia cried out, her voice echoing in the cabin, back arching as Torin whispered sinful things against her ear.
“She’s so wet,” Macus muttered, his fingers sliding into her, two at once, curling upward, pressing right where she needed.
“Good girl,” Torin praised, biting gently at her shoulder. “Take it.”