She felt Clay's hands leave her then the mattress dipped again as he moved. When she opened her eyes he was lying where she'd been earlier, his head on the pillow, stroking his c**k.
"It needs your mouth, honey," he told her. "Come over here and suck me."
Quivering with unrestrained lust, Zoe crawled around until she was kneeling between Clay's muscular thighs. She looked back at Brad, saw him nod and brushed Clay's hand away, replacing it with her own. When she closed her mouth over him the familiar taste flooded her senses. As if the action was automatic, she swirled her tongue around the thickness of his shaft, tracing the line of the vein wrapped around it. Her other hand lowered to cup his testicles, squeezing them gently, the moan she elicited from him vibrating through her.
"Up a
