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He pushes up one of my knees, opening me up and starts going at me
harder and faster, more greedily. His tongue licks, his teeth grab and tease,
and then he covers me with his mouth, sucking and working my clit until I
cry out.
“Please,” I moan. “Ah…”
He reaches up and clamps a hand over my mouth, still eating me, and I
shoot my eyes up, seeing Trey right above me.
I stop breathing for a second, my eyes widening. He stands right outside
the rear passenger side door, calling to someone.
Oh, shit.
“Damn, Trey,” Masen says, smirking up at me and flicking out his
tongue to lick me. “Your girl’s pussy is so tight.”
I pull away from his hand on my mouth. “Shut up!” I whisper.
He licks and sucks me again. “Thanks for letting me borrow her, man.”
And then he dives in, finally sliding his tongue inside me and
penetrating.
I suck in a breath, whimpering, and he covers my mouth again as he
moves his tongue inside and works my clit with his other hand.
I roll my hips, trying to meet him—trying to get deeper—as my breasts
sway back and forth with the small movements. I grab the back of his neck,
holding him to me, feeling the tingling where his tongue touches build and
build until every muscle in my body contracts so tightly it burns.
“Yes!” I cry out behind his hand.
My orgasm explodes, spreading up through my stomach and down my
thighs, and I throw my head back, staring in horror at Trey and some guy
standing right there above me. I slam both of my hands over Masen’s on my
mouth, moaning into them and hoping no one can hear me through the
doors.