“Lacey, have you had your ass eaten before?” he asked.
Was he fucking kidding?
“No!” I snapped, trying to pull my legs back together.
“Get to work, Parker,” he said with a laugh.
Parker positioned himself behind me, everyone having taken their invading fingers out of my pussy. He placed his hands on my cheeks, lifting and opening them wide to the point of near discomfort, and then his tongue was back there, flicking against my most private part.
And it felt good. So fucking good.
In fact, it was so good, my knees almost buckled. But I was holding myself up on the bed with my arms, and wasn’t about to collapse yet.
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