Mark groaned above her, watching her lips stretch around his c**k, spit and slick dripping down her chin.
“You suck like you’ve been thinking about this for months,” he growled, pumping into her mouth slow and steady.
She pulled off him with a gasp—strings of spit snapping from her lips to his c**k—and locked eyes with Adrian between her thighs.
“Your turn,” she said, voice thick with heat, before reaching for Adrian’s c**k and pulling him up toward her face.
Adrian stood, eyes locked on hers as she grabbed the base of his c**k—slick, heavy, flushed—and slid her tongue up the side before taking him deep into her mouth.
He exhaled like he’d been punched.
“f**k me—Naomi…”
Mark didn’t let the shift break the rhythm. He dropped to his knees between her thighs and dove straight into her
