"Trey has a point," he said.
He pulled out and Myrna groaned in protest. He dropped to his knees between her legs and plunged his tongue inside her. He gripped her thighs as he ate her out. Sucking, biting, licking, probing her cunt, her ass, her cunt again with his tongue. She couldn't keep track of his chaotic motions, could only focus on the excitement and pleasure it drew from her trembling body. When his mouth shifted to her clit, she cried out with release. "God, yes, Brian. Yes! Yes!" Her juices dripped down the crack of her ass. He lapped up every drop.
"What are you doing to her?" someone called from the other room.
"He's eating," Myrna yelled. "Don't bother him."
