C140 [EAT ME] 4

Eland chuckled, but couldn't make too much noise. The ice cube he was biting on might slip out of his mouth. He held Anne's legs, which were moving in an uncertain direction. She was a little reluctant to open them, but with Eland's gentle strokes, Anne began to do as he asked. Their hands were also skillful at opening the thin cloth that still covered Anne's womanhood