Slowly, my hand drifted down to her breast, my fingers curling around it as I began to massage, feeling the perfect blend of bounciness and firmness in my palm. The sensation was intoxicating. We kissed deeply, the heat between us growing as our desires aligned, both of us knowing we wanted each other tonight. When we finally broke the kiss, our eyes met, lingering in the moment.
I murmured, "Get down on me, Gabrielle."
She smiled shyly, then carefully unfastened my pants. I lifted my hips slightly, allowing her to pull them down, along with my briefs. My dick sprang free, standing tall and rigid. Despite having been buried inside Irene earlier and played with Charlotte, it still pointed toward the sky, as if refusing to be tamed, no matter how many challenges it had faced.
"I can still smell her on you," she said with a determined glint in her eyes. "I'm going to erase it."
