VELVET INFERNO: WHERE PLEASURE SCORCHES
When she pulled off with a pop, a string of spit connected them.
“Come closer,” Lena said softly. “You can see better from the couch.”
Kira moved on unsteady legs, perching on the edge of the couch just feet away. The scent of them—musky arousal and Keith’s clean sweat—made her dizzy.
Keith pulled Lena up and untied her robe, letting it fall. Lena was gorgeous naked: full breasts with dark pink nipples, soft stomach, shaved pussy already slick. She straddled Keith on the couch, facing Kira, and sank down onto him inch by inch. Both women moaned at the same time—Lena from the stretch, Kira from the sight.
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