He thrust up into her, hard, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth at her throat. Her body clenched around him, her voice breaking into a loud cry as she came again, trembling in his arms.
When she slid off, Zoey was already waiting.
But instead of riding him, she lay beside him and kissed him softly, fingers stroking his jaw. "Let me taste the rest of you," she whispered, and disappeared beneath the petals, her mouth wrapping around him, wet and hot and perfect. He groaned, head falling back as her tongue swirled, her lips taking him deeper with every stroke.
Behind her, Emma and Susan kissed deeply, their bodies pressed chest to chest, fingers slipping between each other's thighs. Grace moved to join them, her hand sliding over Susan's back as she licked and kissed along her spine.
Lucy straddled Emma's face, her moans high and trembling as Emma's tongue lapped at her hungrily.