As if he heard my silent plea, Mr. Pierce obliged. Spreading RC’s buttocks apart, he licked out to taste the dark skin hidden between them. In fascination I watched that tongue wet a path down, down—I could almost feel it on my own ass, which trembled for such a touch. It’d be warm, and softer than a man had a right to be, the saliva cooling along my flesh almost instantly. Mr. Pierce buried his nose between those ripe mounds, his jaw widening as his tongue angled down between them. I saw that tongue flick in and out beneath RC’s left cheek and could only imagine just where it tickled when out of sight.
All coyness had left RC’s face. He now leaned heavily against the dining room table, both palms flat on cards and poker chips alike. His head was thrown back, a look of sheer ecstasy writt
