A series of moans and inaudible mutters were all Mystique blurted out of pleasure.
Her body quivered endlessly, and she didn't want to stop any of it as the intensity increased, and how Athan took it to the next level—a circular rubbing against her erect clit, and slurping onto her drenched slit.
Whenever he delved his tongue in, her hips hoisted up for him to take, twitching so badly.
Smacking his lips, he said, "You like it, Violet?"
"Yes—Do me there, oh—Ohh—!" Her voice shriled like he couldn't hear it.
"Moan, louder, for me…"
"More—Ye—Yes—There! Ahh—!"
Even then, it got cut off when Keith went for her bottom lips, pulling her attention, and theirs crashed into one another like there was no tomorrow.
Before, it was hard to control as Keith didn't want to take advantage of her well-being; and he looked up to her so much that he couldn't bring himself to even touch her the same way as Athan would've been—rough and tough.
