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Louis crouched down on his haunches, between her legs. While Jillian's feet were planted on the floor, most of her weight was braced against Harry.

The stream of air flowing through Louis' mouth was pointedly ruffling the tidy patch of curls above her bare lips.

"Sensitive," he smiled to himself as goosebumps sprang up over the flesh of her belly. He nuzzled his nose into the short hairs, indulging in a carnal inhale.

With a small gasp and buck of her hips, Jill startled when Louis' tongue darted with great accuracy to her clit. "Nice aim, mate," Harry hummed.

"Hardly a challenge, when she's already so, turned on. It's practically standing at attention."

Jillian writhed in Harry's embrace as Louis' mouth clung to her sensitive flesh, first sucking, then licking until she found his rhythm and her hips began to roll involuntarily.

Jill's bum was creating friction and Harry groaned, "I need to get out of these jeans, now." While Louis continued to occupy the red head, Harry reclined on the bed and wriggled free.

"Sit her down, H. Her legs over yours. Spread her open for me."

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