7
Amanda
Rav’s hard hands went to my bent knees, forcing them wide until my thighs were nearly flat on the bed. I was limber, and suddenly very grateful for the rigorous physical workouts that never quite took off the extra weight, but kept me limber and ready for—
“Oh, God.”
Rav’s tongue went deep in my wet p***y and my back arched off the bed. Holy s**t, no man should have a tongue that thick—that long. I raised my head to watch him.
“Look at me.” Grigg’s order made my p***y clench around Rav’s tongue and both of my mates moaned as my arousal flooded the connection forged by the collars. Rav’s tongue stroked me inside and out, teasing my clit, then f*****g me deep. The surface was rougher than any man’s who had ever tasted me before, rough and expertly wielded.
He stopped and his w
