Stepbrother's Filthy Toy (An Erotica Collection)
I loved it.
I spotted them near the edge of the crowd. Four guys, early twenties, passing a joint and laughing too loud. Shirtless, covered in dust and glow paint. Perfect.
I walked straight up, hips rolling with the music. The silver paint over my pussy caught the lights.
"Hey," I said, voice low but clear. "You boys looking for something fun?"
The tallest one, messy brown hair and a shark tattoo on his ribs, looked me up and down slow. "The fuck? You lost or something?"