“We wanted to make you come so bad,” Fletch says. “We want to make you come all over our fingers and our tongues tonight. I want to eat your pussy until you can’t fucking remember your name.”

When his mouth touches me, I cry out. His ruthless tongue drags across my tender flesh, lapping at my juices. I’m so wet I could drown him. I moan, and he growls, spreading me open with his tongue. He’s enjoying every second, it seems, toying with my clit and then delving deep into my center and back again. He’s hunched over, his shoulders rounded, and the sound of him on my pussy is sloppy and wet. He’s a Fletch-shaped animal gorging on my body. He raises his head and the whole lower half of his face is glazed from me.

Purely carnal now, I hardly recognize him. He dives back in, and I start shuddering beneath his mouth, my orgasm sneaking up on me. He lays his head on my stomach while I come down from the sudden high, his hands continuing to stroke my legs until I stop shivering.

“My turn,” Shane says and starts kissing his way down my body as Fletcher moves out of the way.

When Shane starts licking me, Fletch moves up to the couch. “Spread your legs wider, Penelope.” He pulls one of my legs up at an angle. It’s so obscene, him holding me open so his best friend can eat me out. I turn my head toward him, and he starts kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on his mouth, it’s raw and unreal. There are two tongues inside my body right now, both of them fucking me. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who these guys have become. We’re all turning into animals.

“You like getting licked, don’t you? You’re such a bad girl. Are you going to come all over Shane’s face, bad girl?”

My stomach pitches, and I feel my circuits gathering charge for another electric orgasm. I can’t slow the fall down now. Not with the sensation of Shane’s mouth on my center and the dirty words coming out of Fletch. The Fletch I know is the original Boy Scout. The pleasant gentleman. This Fletch is hardcore and dark, like he can see right into my head and revels in pulling out my filthiest thoughts. Shane inserts one and then a second finger into me and rolls his tongue over my clit over and over, and my eyes roll back in my head as my orgasm starts in my toes.