Jessie forgot how to breathe when MJ lowered his head between her thighs. How long had it been since a man had touched her there? And never with a mouth so skilled a drawing out the most exquisite sensation from her lower abdomen.
When MJ slid a finger into her, the ability to breathe returned, and she rocked against his mouth, riding his finger and moaning. Why had they waited so long to do this? This was good. This was really good. As reliable as her vibrator was at taking the edge off, it was nothing compared to Min Jun. He added another finger to the first, stretching her tight muscles. When his fingertip grazed that extra sensitive spot right inside her entrance, her body arched. She whimpered. So very good.
