I study them as Caleb and Bjørnar grind into each other, and I pant, almost having a new release when they again turn their gazes to me. I sit there with my legs spread for them to see my ministrations and do not stop when they lick their lips. They made a show for me, so I might as well do the same for them.
I make a little “yelp” when they both dive for me. No words are uttered between them, but they work in unison. Caleb lies on his back on the bed, with his legs outside, and Bjørnar lifts me and places me on Caleb's face without any ceremony. Caleb grabs my hips, and I moan as he plunges his tongue into my slit, grunting in joy.
Then Bjørnar takes Caleb’s pants off, and I suddenly understand his comment about Caleb’s p***s. His anatomy is not purely human by the looks of it. It has s
