He picks up on her unspoken thoughts and desires and picks up the motion while Asher holds Anita's head steady. With a hand wrapped around the base of his cock to keep from choking Anita, Jean-Claude thrusts his hips against her, pushing himself into her hot, panting mouth.

A trickle of blood escapes Asher's lips and begins to move down Anita's collarbone. Jean-Claude slides a finger across the errant droplet and brings it to his mouth, shivering as the taste of her tingles across his tongue.