Mia wanted to drink in every second of Tripp's reaction, but she was distracted by how good it felt. George didn't hesitate, building a steady, strong rhythm pretty quickly. Mia moaned, wriggling to get the angle just right, crying out when she did.
"Tripp, oh god, oh my god."
George grinned, his hands holding Tripp's hips steadily as he took him, guiding him in and out of Mia. He loved this, the pleasure they were both experiencing. "Don't hold back, Tripp. Mia is close and I'll follow you. Let go for us."
Mia nodded, panting slightly and kissing desperately along Tripp's jaw.