50 SHADES OF SINFUL PRESSURE
I came twice just from their mouths and fingers, shaking and whimpering, tears of overwhelming shame and pleasure mixing on my cheeks.
Then Jake gently pushed me off his lap and onto my knees on the carpet in the center of the room.
“Time to show them what that pretty mouth can do, Mom,” he said softly, stroking my hair.
I looked up at the four of them as they stood around me, unzipping their jeans. One by one their cocks sprang free—hard, thick, young, and eager. Jake’s I already knew intimately. The others were different shapes and sizes, but all of them were dripping pre-cum, veins standing out, heads swollen.