Darelle realized she was forgetting her embarrassment, her attention rapt in watching Colette and Michael. She turned in Gareth’s arms, becoming aware that his breathing, too, had tightened and that behind her, Kane was breathing raggedly, his fingers slipping through her hair, his erection pressing against her lower back.
Colette’s fingers nimbly worked open Michael’s trousers, slipping them down past his hips. They pooled at his knees, revealing his c**k springing from blond hair toward Colette’s face. His buttocks were round and powerful, melting into sloping thighs muscles. Lovingly, Colette smoothed her hand over the swollen head and veined shaft, dark with arousal, slipping her touch down over the sac underneath. Her eyelashes fluttered and she smiled up at Michael before closing he
