decadent pleasure

Adunbi watched, his hand stroking Osa’s stomach, his own breathing growing shallow. His cock, which had begun to soften, was visibly filling again, tenting the grey sweatpants.

Quivina ate her with a leisurely, decadent pleasure. She would suck gently on Osa’s labia, then plunge her tongue as deep as it would go, drinking from her. She focused on Osa’s clit with a devoted attention, flicking it rapidly, then sucking it into her mouth, applying a gentle, persistent pressure.

Osa was unraveling all over again. The first orgasm had been a violent, necessary release after such intense deprivation. This one was being built slowly, layer upon layer of pure, unadulterated pleasure. No games, no denial. Just Quivina’s magnificent mouth and the sheer, shocking thrill of being serviced by her brother’s wife while he watched.

“She’s sweet, Adunbi,” Quivina said, pulling off with a wet sound to speak. A string of saliva and Osa’s arousal connected her lips to Osa’s glistening flesh. “So sweet and tight. No wonder you fit so well in here.” She pushed two fingers inside Osa easily, curling them. “Still so tight around my fingers even after you.”

Osa moaned, her head thrashing on the pillow. The dual stimulation—Quivina’s fingers inside, her mouth back on Osa’s clit—was overwhelming. Her legs fell open wider, an invitation, a plea.

Adunbi stood up. The sound of his sweatpants hitting the floor was loud in the room. Osa turned her head, her eyes blurry with pleasure, to look at him.