"Layla," Donovan said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Luna's spine. "Take your place on the previous seat and remove your panties."
Layla's heart raced as she obeyed, her legs trembling slightly as she stepped away from him. She could feel the cool air of the cabin caress her bare skin as she slid her panties down her legs, revealing her shaved mound to the eager eyes of the group. She knew that her p***y was already wet, that the scent of her arousal was a call that none of them could resist. She took her seat, spreading her legs wide, an unspoken invitation for whatever was to come next.
Donovan took Tiffany's hand, guiding her to stand in front of Layla. "Eat her," he ordered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the cabin. Tiffany looked up at him, her ey
