Leaning in, Yverine kissed his neck, her lips brushing the pulse point where water streamed in rivulets.
The warmth of his skin sent a thrill through her.
Her fingers wandered lower, tracing the planes of his chest, until they hesitated at the edge of his pelvis.
Her heart pounded, but the sight of his pleasure and the soft groans he made urged her on.
Her fingers dipped lower, brushing against his dick, tentative at first, then bolder as she joined Elize's.
Her fingers moved along his dick, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her touch.
Brandon leaned into both of them, caught between Yverine's gentle touches and Elize's teasing strokes.
Elize's free hand slid up his side, tracing the curve of his ribs, while her other continued its work.
She leaned over his shoulder, catching Yverine's eye with a playful grin "You're a natural, Yve."
Yverine's blush deepened, but she didn't look away, her fingers finding a rhythm alongside Elize's.
