With you again

Sienna's pov

Emilio did not stop. He licked me clean, slow and thorough, tongue gathering every trace of Donato, of me, of last night. The overstimulation made my legs shake. He looked up, eyes bright, and grinned. “You taste like all of us,” he said. Then he flipped me onto my stomach gentle, hands under my hips lifting just enough. The sheets were cool against my cheek, my breasts. He slid into