Addiction worked the ice over her until it had melted and then it was just lips and tongue against her. She was bent forward, hands pressed to the inside of her thighs, holding her legs apart. Her tongue dipped lower into her, eagerly making the most of this.

Wylie only barely was able to catch the glass in Jelani's hand. He set it aside, arm draped over the back of the couch, his other hand now on the back of his girlfriend's head, knotted in her hair. He availed bucking into her mouth for now.