Brooke’s tongue woke me before the sun did.
I was on my stomach, one knee drawn up, her mouth already between my legs from behind. Slow licks at first, then tighter, filthier circles around my c**t while two fingers pushed into me and curled. Malik was still asleep beside us, arm heavy across my back. Brooke didn’t care. She ate me until my hips were rocking against her face and the wet sounds filled the quiet bedroom. When I came—sharp, shaking, muffling the cry into the pillow—she kept going, licking me through it, then crawled up and kissed me so I tasted myself.
“Morning,” she whispered. She reached over, stroked Malik hard, and guided him onto his back. “Both of you. Now.”
She sank onto his c**k in one smooth motion, facing me, and pulled me forward so I was straddling his chest. “
