He redoubled his efforts. His jaw ached. His tongue started to tire.
He did not stop. He alternated between broad flat strokes and pointed flicks, then returned to sucking her c**t with steady rhythm while one of his hands slid up to replace hers on her breast.
The soft weight filled his palm. He squeezed gently, then brushed the n****e the way she had been doing.
She rewarded him with a sharper breath and a small roll of her hips that pressed her harder against his mouth.
Majid shifted near the door but said nothing.
The only sounds in the room were the noise of Milan’s tongue, Rosie’s controlled breathing, and the faint city noise far below the windows.
She came the first time without warning, a tight clench of her thighs around his head, a low broken sound, her fingers diggin
