Sitting on the edge of the bed in the simulation room, with Jean kneeling between her spread thighs, Rogue’s thoughts were on nothing more important than her own pleasure. She felt her teammate’s talented tongue flicker teasingly at the entrance to her pussy before darting inside. The strong-willed southern belle moaned softly in pleasure as she looked down at Jean and ran her fingers lovingly through her long, beautiful hair.
They’d been using this room for about a week now and Jean had been extremely eager to return each time Rogue had suggested it. They knew that their teammates were wondering why they kept disappearing from the mansion, but neither girl was even remotely inclined to tell them what they’d been doing together. As far as both Jean and Rogue were concerned, it was no one’s business what they did here. It was no one’s business, except for theirs and John’s.