"Please," Abyss moaned, her voice barely audible. "I need you."
With a wicked smile, Adrian obliged. His mouth closed over her sensitive clit, his tongue lashing out in a series of quick, deliberate strokes.
Abyss cried out, her hips jerking involuntarily as his tongue slid up and down her slit, his fingers joining in the tease.
Lilith, now sitting beside them, watched with a smirk. She reached out and caressed Adrian's arm, her fingers lingering on his skin, before sliding down and finding his cock, wrapping around him again.
She began stroking him in time with his movements, matching the rhythm of his fingers thrusting in and out of Abyss.
Adrian slid his index finger slowly into Abyss, feeling her hot, tight walls squeeze around him, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.
Without giving her time to react, his tongue darted out, brushing against her folds, tasting her sweet and tangy essence.
