Heath licked her from her clit to her wet slit, diving into her canal with his tongue, only to repeat the process again. She couldn’t whimper, and her moan was caught in her throat. Cody was still kissing her senseless, capturing her breath in his mouth. Heath inserted a finger into her pussy, and she almost vaulted off the breakfast bar. Cody pressed his large palm against her belly to keep her steady. He nestled her against his muscled chest, supporting her while Heath feasted on her. Her orgasm flowed over her, and she could hear Heath’s tongue lapping up every last drop. Cody pushed her up, and Heath finally came up for air. As he stood before her, she could see her juices all over his face. He had manners enough to blush slightly as he stepped out of his wind pants. His thick cock was round, hard, and veiny. It jutted straight into the air, as if it were praying to be used. Heath stepped out of the way and let Cody hoist her up with his hands on her waist. As he held her, she felt Heath step behind her and grab her thighs.
