Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
“Shh, baby girl. Don’t wake them.”
Her whole body went stiff. Just inches away, Jason snored on the beanbag. Nina and Maya were tangled together, breathing deep. The whole room was asleep.
And Dom’s fingers… oh god, his fingers were already gliding over her slit through the thin cotton of her panties, slow, teasing circles that made her hips jerk.
“Stop,” she hissed against his palm, but it came out weak, trembling.
He chuckled low, dark. “You don’t want me to stop. Look at you… you’re already wet.”