The Pack's Rebels
“I mean, none of us are small, and you’re f-king tiny…”
“Darling,” Sigrid laughed. “I could throw all three of you across the street without breaking a nail, turn you inside out, make you come and thank me for the pleasure, whilst tearing out your throat with my teeth. Your c-cks, hmm, are pretty playthings,” she guided his hand down, smearing the lube over himself and Tom. “My pretty playthings.”
She lifted up onto her knees and met Greg’s eyes. “My pretty playthings,” she told him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and sank down, taking both him and Tom into her c-nt.