“When I said ride it, I meant it. Now, ride my fucking face,” Gray says, yanking her closer. “Fuck!” Evie screams. Using her hold on us, she starts rocking her hips, and Gray’s groan echoes through the room. “There you go, buttercup,” Mateo encourages, before sealing his mouth over hers in a quick kiss. “Soak his face. You hear him? He loves being buried between those pretty thighs.”
