Elena woke up slowly to the feeling of warm, soft lips wrapped around her left n****e. A gentle tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, sucking softly. She moaned low in her throat, her body arching without thinking.
“Mmm… that feels so good,” she whispered, still half-asleep.
Sophia lifted her head with a mischievous smile, her auburn hair messy from sleep. “Good morning, beautiful. I couldn’t resist when I woke up next to you.”
They had all fallen asleep together on the big king bed the night before with limbs tangled, bodies sticky with sweat and c*m. Julien was still asleep on Elena’s other side, and Marcus lay on his back, breathing deeply.
Elena glanced at her husband, then back at Sophia. The memory of last night of being shared, filled, and used sent fresh heat between her leg
