The Night Before I Knew Him
"You like that, baby? Watching your June on her knees?"
I grunt, breath catching.
She's not my fucking June.
"Switch," I command, breathless.
Stella pulls off with a loud pop, and Sandy crawls over, licking her lips. "Our turn to ride you, Boss,"
She straddles me slow, panties pulled aside, wet heat sinking onto my cock inch by inch. "Ohhh—fuck, you’re big."
She’s tight, warm. Her hands dig into my shoulders as she starts to ride.
But she’s bouncing wrong. Not the way I imagine June will ride me.