Something dark and hungry flashed in Sydney's eyes. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them, and then a wide, wicked smile spread across her face. "Everything, huh?" she purred, her voice dropping to that dangerous, seductive register that made my stomach flip. "You asked for it."
She leaned down and kissed me, hard and messy, tasting herself on my lips with a filthy, satisfied "Mmmmmm." Then she pulled back, sliding off my chest with a fluid grace that made her breasts sway in their lace prison. She moved down the bed, turning toward Cindy, who was still kneeling between my legs, her face flushed, her lips swollen and shiny with spit, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
