Heat: Fifty Fictions For The Fevered Mind
Mira whispered, the word a plea.
Wren smiled. “Come here.” She guided Mira to turn, to face her. Tessa, recovered, moved closer too, her interest renewed.
Wren and Tessa positioned themselves on either side of Mira, both kneeling in the creek. Wren’s hand stayed on Mira’s clit, her fingers beginning a slow, teasing rub. Tessa’s hands went to Mira’s small, perky breasts, her thumbs circling the nipples.
“Watch them,” Wren said, nodding toward the rock where Sloane was slowly disentangling from the men, cum still leaking from her. “Watch what they just did. And imagine what they’re going to do to you next.”
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