His tongue grazed my clit and then his mouth seized on it, sucking. I moaned and watched him through half-closed eyes. Fuck, that felt good. “Yeah, right there,” I whispered. Tara took a quiet step into the room, wearing only the silk robe, her face flushed as she watched him fuck me with his mouth. Her long, bottle-blonde hair hung straight to her shoulders. She was Barbie-pretty. Big tits, small waist, and curvy hips. I was curious what he’d think of her. His finger pushed inside me, working together with his mouth to pull the orgasm from me. “I want these straps off.” “Pretty sure I said no.” “Maybe I’m not talking to you.” He froze. “What?” Her robe came off at that moment, and the blur of motion drew his gaze. Dominic bolted upright, his hand tensing on my thigh. His head snapped to me.
