Troy lay on his stomach, in between her legs, licking sucking and biting on her thighs, completely avoiding her lower lips, making her buck her hips uncontrollably in hunger and anticipation.
He'd lick and suck from her knee to the top of her coochie and stop there, making her whine in frustration, and go up to her navel, lick on it, suck on it and graze it with his teeth, making a bee line to her pussy but stopping at the surface, leaving her a twitching mess beneath him.
After repeating the cycle for a while, he left her legs open and went to the small refrigerator they had placed at a corner of her room, taking out something he was so sure she was going to enjoy.
A large icecube.
Getting to where she lay, he assumed his former position but on his knees, his hands on both sides of her torso. Bethany just stared up at him with hungry eyes, anticipation glinting in them.
Putting the icecube in his mouth, he looked up to his brothers, giving them the signal.
