Cruzer's other hand reached out, caressing Elara's thigh. His thumb brushed against her clit, adding another layer of stimulation.
Elara's moans grew louder, merging with the sounds of Jean's sucking and slurping. The steam curled around them, creating a hazy, intimate cocoon.
Elara's breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she approached the edge.
Jean adjusted her angle, taking more of Cruzer's length into her mouth. Her tongue flicked across the tip, drawing another deep moan from him.
He shifted his grip on Elara, his fingers curling inside her, finding that perfect spot that made her shudder. "Elara," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so good."
Elara's response was a breathless whimper, her body quivering with each thrust of Cruzer's fingers.
