And then her fingers are back on my nipples, teasing them, rolling them between the pads of her thumbs and her knuckles, twisting them, and then—

“Fuck, yes, baby,” I moan into her mouth when she pinches them.

“That’s okay?” she asks nervously, adorably.

“If you did that when I had your husband’s dick in me, I would already be coming.”

She pinches me harder this time, and I whimper in ecstasy.

“Where do you want him?” she asks, kissing me softly. “I mean now that you’ve already had his dick in your pretty hands and filthy little mouth. Where do you want him next?”

I grab her neck and kiss her deeply. “Speaking of filthy little mouths. My God, I can’t wait to sit on your face.”

She twists my nipples again. “Answer my question, Jourdan. Tell me where you want my husband’s dick next.”

I lick her lips. “I can’t decide.”

“Oh?”

I shake my head, dragging our lips together. “I don’t know if I want him to stretch my pussy wide— God, harder,” I beg when she twists my nipples in the other direction and pinches tighter.

“Or?”

“Hmmm?”

She lets my nipples go, and I whine and gasp, the release almost as good as the pressure. “You can’t decide if you want my husband to shove his fat dick inside you and stretch you out.”

I nod excitedly.

“Or?” she asks calmly, grabbing the full fat of my breasts again.

“Or if I want him to fuck the calm out of you while I crawl underneath your bodies and lick your clit.”

She squeezes my breasts.

“And then he can come in you, and I can eat it out of your sloppy pussy.”

“I’m ready,” she gasps into my mouth, snaking her hand out of my shirt to grab me behind the neck and crush our mouths together desperately. We’re a tangle of limbs and tongues and wet sloppy kisses. We’re writhing against each another, moaning into each another’s mouths.

“I’m ready,” she says again. “I want you to eat my pussy.”

“God, I thought you’d never ask.”

We could go slow. We could take our time at this part. I could undress her, one article of clothing coming off at a time, deliberate and sensual. But I think I prefer that we’re not. I prefer that Nadia shimmies out of her tailored pants, and she only unbuttons her shirt enough to pull the cups of her bra down so I can lick and taste her nipples before I kiss my way down her body. I prefer that I only get my crop top off and unzip my pants just enough to shove a hand inside. I just need to circle my clit a few times to ease the tension because I’m not ready to come yet.

I want Nadia to come. This is all about Nadia.