69 Dripping Fantasies
I turned into a moaning wreck, loud and shameless, matching Agnes’s cries across the room.
This was the best moment of my honeymoon. I was already addicted. If it wasn’t Agnes and Maddox next time, it would be another couple. I was going to convince Roman we needed to swing more—way more.
“You better fuck my wife good, hear me?” Roman called out, voice rough with lust.
Maddox’s eyes flashed. He slammed in harder, faster, hips snapping. “I’ll leave her wobbling and dripping for more,” he promised, pounding me so deep I saw stars.