100 NIGHTS OF SIN
twin in front of me stirred, his eyes opening. He took in the scene—his brother’s hand between my legs, my flushed face—and his expression darkened with interest. “Starting without me?” he asked. “Just warming her up,” the one behind me said, pushing two fingers inside me. I gasped, still sensitive from last night. “She’s already so wet. I think she likes waking up like this.” “Let’s find out,” the one in front said, moving down my body. He spread my legs wider and buried his face between my thighs, his tongue finding my clit while his brother’s fingers continued to fuck me slowly. The dual sensation made me moan, my hands fisting in the sheets. “Still can’t tell us apart?” the on