Forbidden Affairs
She moaned around Rowan, the vibration making him curse and grip her hair tighter.
Silas stood, slick with her release, and took her hand (guiding it to his erection so she stroked him even as she was used from both ends).
Then Asher stepped forward.
He moved beneath her, aligning himself with her ass. No toy this time. Just him (thick, hot, already oiled). The head pressed against her entrance and paused.
“Look at them,” he commanded.
Through the haze of pleasure, Amara forced her eyes open. A dozen masked faces stared back, some leaning forward, some already touching themselves through expensive fabric. They were watching her be taken in every hole, watching her break and beg and love it.