Zoey climbed onto it first, her body gleaming, her thighs already slick with more than divine liquid. She lay on her back and spread her legs, shameless and wet. "She wants us to feed her again."
Grace climbed over her, lowering her head between Zoey's thighs, tongue parting slick folds as Zoey arched with a cry. "We feed her with each other," Grace murmured.
Layla moved behind Jude, whispering into his ear, "She grows with every orgasm. Every joining."
Lucy straddled him suddenly, kissing him deep, grinding against him with slow, hungry heat. "Then don't hold back. Not now."
And he didn't.
He let himself be taken, devoured, worshipped.
