His tongue was back on her now even wetter p***y. He couldn't forget what her sister was doing with his c**k in her mouth, her fingers still trying to fondle his balls in his tight sack, but he felt his greater obligation to give the p***y its orgasm, hearing her trying to suppress her more aroused moans. Had Lyla - Lyla? - understood; her tongue still, her fingers scratching to grip a wrinkle of his sack?
What a sensitive c******s?! Making her pelvis twitch it on his tongue! Was her sister watching? They both knew how to do it, knew what the other wanted! Better than he did? He had done it good enough so that they had agreed last night that he had done it good. Don't start to do that again on my c**k!
Klaus tried to ignore what his c**k was wanting to do. Above him, he heard a gasp
