Sparr turned to her. The brunette sat, legs spread and facing them, fingers at her slit. For a heartbeat the two shared the moment, Aine openly taking her own pleasure as he had taken his. If there was a spark of jealousy or possessiveness in the woman, Sparr had yet to encounter it.
“I think she’s tired, Alain. Time for you to do the work.”
Nodding mutely, Cee pulled herself free. Before Sparr could wonder what would happen next, the brown-haired woman knelt, then leaned forward, offering herself doggy. “Hard,” she panted. “Finish me hard.”
“Oh,” Aine said, a note of surprise coloring her voice. “Turn a bit though. I want to watch both of you cum.”
It took Cee a moment to realize what Aine was asking. She stared for several heartbeats, vacantly, as if watching from a great distance. T
