FILTHY LITTLE SECRETS
Jordan and Ava were locked together, legs scissored, hips grinding, pussies sliding wetly against each other, faces flushed, mouths open in mid-moan.
Marcus’s eyes went wide. His gym bag slipped from his shoulder and hit the floor with a thud.
Neither girl stopped moving right away.
Then Jordan looked over her shoulder, still rocking against Ava.
“Door’s open,” she said, voice breathy but calm. “Close it if you’re staying. Or leave.”
Marcus swallowed hard. His shorts were already tenting.
Ava’s eyes met his. She didn’t cover up. Instead, she rolled her hips harder against Jordan’s, a fresh moan spilling out.
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