But before I could really get to business, I heard Hem’s footsteps, and the sound of a wrapper being opened. It stuck, a little, making me gasp, but then between my heat and wetness and Unnati’s insistence, it slid inside. She had dark, straight black hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. With a growl of determination, I tossed the stick aside and replaced it with my fingers, slipping into her drenched insides with little resistance. I know I groaned at the mingled taste of sweet and need. I replaced it with my tongue, lapping up the purple juices, at first with hurried licks, and then with slower exploration. 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 kept at her until she squirmed and pushed my head away, sucking in gasping breaths and laughing at the intensity of her climax. “What would you do with it? Hem knelt beside Unnati, who had raised up onto her elbows. Warmth pooled in my stomach as I watched them kiss. Warmth pooled in my stomach as I watched them kiss.
