Ava's POV Liam’s cum is still oozing from my ass, warm and thick, sliding down to mix with the slick mess between my thighs. My pussy still pulsing from Liam's last thrust. A stair groans, slow and deliberate.Ethan steps into the glow, flannel hanging open, chest glistening with sweat. Our gazes lock, his burning into mine with sinful promises.“Fuuuck, Ava…what the hell…” he rasps, voice low and cracked, like gravel dragged over velvet. The air is filled with the scent of pine needles, melted wax, sex, and the sharp ozone of fried fairy lights.Liam leans against the desk, cock still half-hard, glistening with my spit. He smirks. “Join us, big brother. She’s dripping for round two.”I moved first. Dropping to my hands and knees and crawling to where he stood on the last stair. Not graceful at all but hungry. My knees dragged over the rug, breasts swaying in the air. I have my eyes locked on the bulge in Ethan’s jeans like it was the only thing in the room.Liam chuckled. “Told
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