Nathan's eyes slid from Elin's twitching, cum-glazed body to Freja, and the hunger in them struck her like a hand between the thighs. Her breath broke into uneven little gasps, her chest rising and falling too fast for her to control, her pupils dark and wide, her slicked thighs quivering as if they were trying to close and open at the same time. His fingers were still inside her, two thick digits sunk deep, warm, coated in the nectar she kept spilling for him. She clenched around them again, involuntarily, desperately, precum of arousal dripping down her entrance in trembling strings.
Nathan slowly withdrew those fingers, dragging along her soaked inner walls in a way that made her hips jerk forward with a shaky, "nnnh—ahh—."
Then he lifted his hand to his mouth, eyes locked to hers the entire time, and closed his lips over those slick fingers, sucking them clean with an obscene, slow slurp.
