Kiara
“Still helping you,” he murmured against my breast. His hand was squeezing my right n****e.
I know he was just helping, but it felt good. I dug my fingers into my own hair, trying to hide the pleasure I was having from his touch. He continued to suck on my breasts one after the other.
“Are you done?” Bruno said from his side. “George has messaged again.”
“Yes,” Manas said against my breast. “I am done with her n*****s… I need to check below now.”
My eyes widened. What does that mean? ‘Below’—was he referring to my p***y? No, it can’t be… this… this was not our agreement. Before I could say no… his hand was already on my p***y. Rubbing my p***y slowly at first, then faster. At this point… I was lost… lost in his touch. And my body was starting to crave more.
He shoved two finger
