But after taking another second to enjoy the view, I buckled down, slipping my fingers out of her, using my hands to steady her writhing form, and dove in. I made another lap, and another, each drawing closer to that cute clit. But after taking another second to enjoy the view, I buckled down, slipping my fingers out of her, using my hands to steady her writhing form, and dove in. More, and more, always more of her taste, of her smell, of her rising cries and her pleasure. My favourite feature of hers, though, was her smile, so sweet, deceivingly innocent, and those lips… Her coos were quieted by Hem’s mouth, but I could still watch her pleasure rising by the heaving of her chest, the rhythm of her hips. Then our eyes met, and we both loosed a small laugh as she handed it to me. Hem’s hand focused on Unnatis’s free tit, squeezing hard enough that it had to be a little painful.
