Softly. The particular soft moan of women who were being touched while they were touching. The pleasure of their own stimulation mixed with the pleasure of participating in the destruction of their teacher.
Edda's hands fell.
Released from his grip, her arms dropped to the grass at her sides. Her palms pressed into the dirt. Her fingers clawed weakly.
The women moved.
Celia and Gia — the two who had been holding Jacob's legs — reached down and grabbed Edda's fallen hands. They pulled her arms back. Not painfully. Just enough to hold her in place. To keep her from crawling forward. To keep her from escaping the cock that was still driving twelve inches into her anal.
They held her hands like handles.
As if helping Raven hold her. As if they were part of the machine.
Raven kissed Nara.
