[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
The room was filled with nothing but the wet sounds of hungry lips sucking greedily at slick flesh, and a girl's muffled moaning.
On the long black couch, Kaija was down on both knees, her hands barely gripping the back of the couch, her face buried into the cushion along with the soft, trembling sounds escaping her mouth.
Her bottom was lifted, her wool skirt pushed up all the way to her waist. With her knees spread wide, her most intimate part was fully exposed to the man kneeling on the floor behind her.
Charles buried his face into the soft, wet folds of her pussy, spread open even further by his fingers pressing into the insides of her thighs. His tongue slid in and out of the tiny hole hidden between the folds, one thumb hooking aside the black silk of the panties she was still wearing.
