Kyle moved first. Calm, practiced. He slicked his fingers with spit, coating them slow, deliberate—making sure she felt every second of it before circling her tight little hole.
He circled the tight ring, teasing, coaxing it open. One finger slid in, then another, slow, careful, but firm. He grinned like a devil as he worked her open.
Kendrick dropped to the matress, flat on his back beneath her. He grabbed her thighs, guiding her down until her core hovered over his mouth. Then he went to work.
“f***k,” I growled when she cried out, body jolting.
Kendrick’s tongue licked a slow, sinful line through her folds before he pushed it inside her, fu.cking her with his mouth like he had all the time in the world. His hands gripped her thighs tighter, keeping her in place as he devoured her g
