Jaguars' Reward [Impulse 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

Jaguars' Reward [Impulse 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

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hands. She couldn’t see what Vadim was doing, but she could sure as hell feel it. His hands circled the globes of her ass with large, competent sweeps, warming the flesh and ratcheting up her expectations. His hand slid between her legs and long fingers lingered on the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet, a circumstance which he couldn’t have failed to notice. She canted her head sideways and saw him stick a slick finger into his mouth and suck it dry. Then he dipped it right back into her flowing juices and held it to her lips.
    “Taste yourself,” he said.
    She sucked his finger deep, ingesting the musky liquid that had flowed from her desperation, and smiled. “It’s pungent,” she said.
    “You taste sweeter than dessert wine,” he murmured, sliding two fingers into her cunt while his thumb agitated her swollen clit. “Hmm, you’ve got some serious needs, I can tell.”
    Talia almost cried with frustration when he withdrew his fingers. Almost immediately she felt something cool being squirted over her backside and rubbed into the crack between her cheeks.
    “Lube,” he explained. “Don’t suppose you can remember if you’ve ever had anal sex.”
    She shook her head, unsure if she wanted to try it. One of his fingers rimmed her anus and her doubts might never have existed.
    “I’m guessing that you have,” Vadim said, sliding a slick finger into her ass. “You like this too much for it to be new to you. You do like what I’m doing to you, don’t you, sugar?”
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “It feels like heaven.”
    Vadim chuckled. “And we haven’t even gotten started yet.”
    She felt something slide into her ass and instinctively closed against it. “What’s that?”
    “Don’t fight me, darlin’. It’s the balloon I used on Zayd earlier. Something tells me you can take it and that it’ll blow your mind.”
    She felt the toy expanding inside her ass and expelled a startled noise. “The sensation’s pretty wild,” she said, wiggling against the toy.
    Zayd made a choking noise round the nipple he was feeding on. Vadim chuckled. “Want more?”
    “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes please.”
    Zayd inflated the balloon until it filled her back passage. He left it there, fully inflated but with the vibration switched off, and returned his attention to her clit.
    “Did you know that the tongue is the most versatile sex organ that we humans possess?” Vadim asked her.
    “I can’t say I’ve ever thought about it that way.”
    “It’s the conduit to thousands of taste buds, made up of an array of muscles and nerves glued together with a sensitive membrane. It’s effective whether hard or soft and never gets overheated.”
    “I…I suppose you’re right.” She gasped when Vadim flicked her clit with the body part under discussion.
    “You get to have sex and an anatomy lesson with us, no extra charge,” Zayd said, chuckling.
    “A woman’s clitoris is one of the wonders of the world,” Vadim said in a mesmerizing tone that caused her entire body to convulse. “It needs to be treated with respect, to be nurtured and carefully brought to life, a bit like a delicate flower. It would be a sin to rush.”
    “Hmm.”
    Vadim placed both hands beneath her buttocks with a firm grasp and partially separated her legs. He then did a long, slow stroke of his tongue, from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top. He then did vertical halfway licks, followed by a long tongue stroke that brushed her clitoral head and almost levitated her from the bed. He lifted his head and laughed.
    “Guess I hit your labia and frenulum,” he said.
    Talia didn’t give a damn what he’d hit, just so long as his aim stayed true. With one hand straddling both her butt cheeks, he inserted two fingers of his other hand into her cunt and carried on licking her, alternating vertical and horizontal strokes, grazing the bottom of her clitoral head without fully hitting it. Her pelvic muscles

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