Just as Tessa hit a frantic, blurring speed, Delilah moved in. She didn't say a word, her expression focused and hungry. She crawled onto the bed, her black stockings whispering against the sheets, and positioned herself right over my face. She didn't hesitate, lowering her weight until her soaking wet pussy was pressed firmly against my mouth.
The scent of her overwhelmed my senses. I didn't need to be told twice. I reached up, my hands burying themselves in Delilah's firm asscheeks, squeezing the silk-clad flesh until my fingers nearly met. I began to eat her out, my tongue working in broad, greedy laps across her clit while Tessa continued to ravage my cock from above.
