Leon's POV
"W-Wait...! Aaah, yaaahn, aaaah!"
Amy's tongue worked slowly, deliberately, as she licked along the connection between Charlotte and me. She traced her way from the base of my cock and over my balls, right up to the entrance of Charlotte's soaked pussy. Her pace was lazy, but that was just Amy's way—slow and steady.
"L-Leon, stop herrrrr! Yaaaaahnnn~!" Charlotte begged, her voice trembling.
It seemed like the slower Amy went, though, the more Charlotte felt every single lick.
But I wasn't about to stop. Instead of responding, I thrust my dick upward.
"Fuhiiiiiiiiiiiiii?!"
Amy's tongue traced Charlotte's trembling folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each stroke adding fuel to the fire as I thrust my dick upward, the force making her body jerk with every plunge. Charlotte's dress, once pristine, now clung to her skin, drenched by the sheer volume of fluids that coated her thighs and dripped down in sticky rivulets.
