Quinn
My palm lands on Grey’s a*ss with new ferocity and he sucks in a breath, his throat dry, his cheeks flushed, the sexiest, neediest moans leaving his mouth. I’ve never felt anything, anyone, so utterly, unconditionally mine as Grey is mine, ours, in this moment. He’s completely given himself up to us, to the pleasure and safety he knows he can always have with us.
His a*ss is so red from my strokes, his hole clenching for me, already glistening with my spit and I can’t hold myself as I lean into him to take another taste, flattening my tongue and making a long trail from the taint and up, and then I go back to lap at his balls, because damn him, but he tastes divine. His flushed c*ock juts between his legs, hard, twitching. Grey’s moaning, begging, mind completely lost to the sensat
