Penny’s POV
Morning starts…hot.
John is already between my legs forcing my thighs apart with his hands, and mouth working me open with slow, deliberate licks.
He's in no hurry with his actions, he drags his tongue through the mess from last night, tasting Sam’s c*m mixed with mine, cleaning me like it’s a ritual.
Like he’s erasing every trace of the younger man with his own claim.
I moan softly, lifting my hips against his face and without thinking, fingers find his hair to pull him close.
He hums against my c**t in approval, the vibration making my breath catch.
He takes his time with me before he pulls off, “you taste like sin” he says against my folds, voice rough from sleep and something deeper.
“God…” I whisper weakly with my thighs trembling.
My breasts are already aching,
