Wet Confessions
I moaned at the pressure his teeth, his lips, his grip.
Then Trevor climbed between my thighs and slid in deep, thick, slow.
I moaned his name like a plea.
Elijah kissed me, fingers teasing my clit while Trevor fucked me open.
From behind, Marcos appeared bronze skinned, dark haired, a sinful smirk.
He massaged slick lube into my ass, whispered, “You ready, pretty girl?”
I nodded, breath ragged.
He pushed in. Slowly. Inch by inch.
I arched, overwhelmed by the fullness.