The gust of wind came from a pair of black wings—like a dark angel, Morvessa descended to the right side of two living beings who had been enjoying the open-air oral intimacy.
Her pale face showed a frown.
Nathan's thrusting thigh froze—his hardened private glock still touching the end of her throat.
Domina's eyes glanced sideways, a thick line of saliva dripping from her lips, clinging slowly to her caramel chin.
Her head slowly pulled back, releasing her caramel mommy lips from the glock that had been basking in lubrication and the heat of her throat walls.
The atmosphere turned silent.
The cock—now slick with saliva—throbbed faintly, while the caramel mouth it had just visited exhaled erratic warm breaths that brushed against the skin of a man thigh.
"What are you two doing?"
Morvessa squatted like a bird, her head tilted to the left, brows still furrowed, and her pale, firm breasts remained beautifully composed.
Nathan could only stay silent.
