The warm glow of the table lamp bathed Elizabeth's bedroom in a soft, golden haze, the air thick with the heady scent of sweat and sex. The tangled sheets beneath us bore the evidence of our wild night, and the three of us—Elizabeth, Clara, and I—were lost in the heat of it all. Elizabeth knelt between my legs, her black hair spilling over her shoulders, her lips wrapped tight around my dick. Her mouth worked me over with relentless skill, the wet *gawk-gawk* sound filling the room as I thrust my hips, my dick sliding deep into her throat, mixing with her saliva.
"Arghh, Elizabeth, your mouth feels so heavenly," I groaned, my hands buried in her hair, holding her head steady as I moved. Her tongue swirled around me, hot and slippery, sending jolts of pleasure through every nerve.
