Neve had been glad she made this purchase all day.
First, because of the smile it had put on Erin's face when she saw it.
And now, because the bed she was getting eaten out on was so damn comfortable.
In luxurious chambers fit for a lord, Neve lay in a bed atop silk, red sheets, her legs spread as Charlotte dove between them while fireworks popped outside, beyond the open window.
Neve couldn't see the spectacle, though, as she had her eyes closed, immersed in the feeling of the journalist's tongue dragging itself up and down her clit.
It had felt like Charlotte had been looking forward to this for a while, and her performance did not disappoint.
"Oh, fuck," Neve let out a breathy sound as she placed her legs behind the lady's back, pulling her in deeper. Neve's hands buried themselves in her pink hair while she in turn kept her eyes on Neve to measure her reaction.
