Trinity of Power
She kisses me, slowly, her mouth teasing, tasting, coaxing me back to life.
Her other hand sneaks under Gregory’s shirt, her nails raking down his stomach.
We both groan.
“I’m not afraid of either of you,” she whispers against my lips before turning to Gregory. “I’ve just… only ever had sex a few times. And it’s been a while. I know I’m gonna be tight.”
As she says it, she squeezes my cock and pinches Gregory’s nipple.
We both groan.
She smirks, her eyes locking onto mine.
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