Her breathy, muffled praise vibrated right against his most sensitive nerves. The deep hum made the buried length of his manhood twitch and swell further inside Gia's gut.
A heavy tan cheek slammed Nara's nose again.
Nara merely hummed louder, her nostrils flaring to breathe in the musky, overpowering scent of his groin mixed with the raw, earthy smell of Gia's punished rear.
Celia dug her nails into the sand.
Jealousy scorched her chest like venom. They were consuming him, monopolizing his heat, his friction, his body. There was no space left for her to serve.
An aching burn shoved her forward.
She dragged her bare knees over the abrasive beach, slipping past the shadow of Gia's bouncing figure until she loomed over Raven.
He had lowered himself to his knees.
Leaning backward, he let his spine hit the sand, dragging Gia's impaled form down with him so she rode him upright like a cowgirl.
Celia straddled his ribs.
