"No." Cassandra's answer came too quickly to preserve any appearance of calm. "Keep going."
Martin returned to her pussy, while Katherine remained unusually quiet beside her. She knelt with her thighs parted, watching his mouth move between the other woman's legs. One hand drifted down her stomach and stopped just above her own bare pussy.
Martin noticed from the corner of his eye. Without lifting his head, he freed one hand from beneath Cassandra's thigh and held it out to Katherine.
Katherine understood the invitation immediately. She caught his wrist, drew his palm between her legs, and swung one knee over his forearm. Rather than sitting beside him and guiding his fingers, she straddled his arm and lowered her wet pussy onto his hand.
"I knew you wouldn't forget me," she said.
