Isobelle
Lucas flipped me over so that he pressed my back against the table and positioned my ass at the edge. He spread my legs apart as Grayson pulled my robe open, leaving me bare and vulnerable. Grayson moved the mug onto the kitchen counter out of the way. He turned his attention to me and devoured my breasts. His mouth was all over them, nipping and sucking my n*****s into stiff peaks. Lucas pressed kisses along my inner thighs, my legs quaking with anticipation of all the pleasures that were yet to come. As his journey reached its destination, his hot breath gusting warmth against my mound. Lucas's relaxed tongue delved between my lower lips, lapping slowly, and humming his approval as if this was the best thing he had ever tasted.
“She tastes amazing, doesn't she?” Grayson spoke
