Naked Scripts
By 9:27 his phone was at 3 %, the charger had stopped working and the giggles drifting down the hall were definitely not from her usual girl squad.
He padded barefoot toward her room, the door cracked open, pink LED lights spilling into the hallway.
“Hey, Lila, can I borrow—”
The words died in his throat.
Lila was sprawled across her baby-pink sheets, completely topless, perfect tits bouncing with every breath, legs spread wide like she was born for this exact moment. Mason—six-four, lacrosse-captain shoulders, buzzed blond hair—was on his knees between her thighs, face buried in her pussy, eating her out like it was his last meal on earth. Tyler and Drew, equally stupidly huge, stood on eit