EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
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The wiry one, let's call him Spike, from the bleached tips of his hair, knelt beside me, groping my tit roughly, pinching the nipple until I arched.
'My turn for that pretty mouth next,' he muttered, his hand jerking faster over my strokes. The quiet one, Bulk, waited his turn, stroking himself slowly, eyes dark with hunger.
Kane leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, sweat-slick skin sliding together. He nipped my shoulder, teeth grazing, then whispered dirty and low.