Ravina let out this guttural moan, tongue darting and desperate, nails leaving faint marks on Helen's thighs. Helen practically lost her mind—arched her back with a cry, shuddering through another shaky orgasm while Ravina just kept going, stubborn and hungry, licking her clean like she couldn't get enough.
"P-Please—!" Helen begged, her voice breaking. "I-I can't take any more—!"
And when Ravina finally pulled back, her lips shiny, her chin dripping, her eyes glazed with lust, I knew—
Her skin glowed, sweat catching the light, as she knelt down between Helen's legs, like she belonged there or something. Her grin was kinda sideways, lips still sticky from me, hair sticking to her face in damp curls. Hell, she looked like she'd sprinted five miles—breathing hard, chest rising and falling, just totally wrecked and wanting more.
She wasn't just aroused.
She was starving.
