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He shifted, replacing his fingers with his mouth on Edda, tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her juices while sucking her clit. She writhed, hands fisting the sheets. Then he moved to Orna, his fingers now plunging into her hotter, tighter pussycat, feeling her walls clench around him. Orna gasped, her blacksmith's strength making her thighs quiver as she ground against his hand.
"Taste each other," John commanded, pulling back. The women turned to one another, Edda first kissing Orna deeply, tongues tangling, before trailing down to suck on Orna's breasts. Orna returned the favor, her mouth finding Edda's pussycat, licking with broad, eager strokes. John watched, stroking his void stick, the sight fueling his desire.
