I loved this shit. If I never fucked her again, I’d die happy with my mouth on her. While Locke fucks her. A groan escaped me. I teased Orla’s clit with my tongue and her back arched, her gaze still fixed on me like she heard every dirty thought passing through my messed-up brain. Maybe she did. I knew she had these fantasies about Locke too. She’d told me. Like I’d told her. Was she thinking of him as I searched out the magic spots that craved my touch? It was the weirdest thing that I kinda hoped she was. That her wanting him made me want her more. That me wanting him made me want to fucking
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