Jade

　　Devon walked over to us and sat on the bed beside me, his hand moving to trail his fingertips from my neck to the side of my waist as if he were admiring me. As Chase pushed his tongue into my pussy, I gasped and gripped Devon's hand as tight as I could for support.

　　"He wants to get buried in you, Dove," he murmured, noticing how tightly I'd gripped him, "We can't blame my brother, can we? You are too fucking addictive." He leaned closer to my face, taking ...