Penny’s POV

Morning starts…hot.

John is already between my legs forcing my thighs apart with his hands, and mouth working me open with slow, deliberate licks.

He's in no hurry with his actions, he drags his tongue through the mess from last night, tasting Sam’s cum mixed with mine, cleaning me like it’s a ritual.

Like he’s erasing every trace of the younger man with his own claim.

I moan softly, lifting my hips against his face and without thinking, fingers find his hair to pull ...