LAYLA
“Turn her,” Josh orders. Zack obediently spins me on his lap, so my back is against his chest.
Kneeling in front of me, Josh’s big hands spread on both of my bare thighs, gently pulling my legs apart. He leans forward and kisses the crook of my knee softly.
“Oh.” I can’t help the moan that falls out of me. Josh’s eyes dip. He kisses me again, a little higher, pressing his lips in a hot, soft path up the inside of my thigh. When he finally reaches my underwear, he closes his eyes and buries his face between my legs, inhaling deeply. I gasp as his nose presses into the sodden lace of my panties.
Then he starts to lick me.
I shake in Zack’s arms as Josh’s tongue slides over my pants, roughing the navy lace over my core, wetting the fabric until it’s darkened to almost black. He’s
