The men didn't do much deciding; she was to lead the proceedings, even if they gave her rather clear direction. Instead they remained true to their cause. Ethan's powerful, eager tongue lashed up and down against her cunt over and over, the dexterous, warm tip of the thing continually tickling and dragging against sensitive flesh. On occasion it rose high enough to catch her clit, but always it returned to the same lazy swoops he must've practised many times before. Markus simply stood stationary, fighting back any noise and any urge to rock his hips, and instead leaving her hand to doing the work.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>