PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
' Her voice cracked, echoing off the walls.
Moans poured from all four of them now—grunts from the men, cries from the women. The couch creaked under the weight and motion.
Lisa, not one to be left out, crawled over on her hands and knees, her skirt still hiked up. She leaned in close to Sarah's face, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Their tongues danced messily, tasting salt and desire. Lisa's free hand stayed between her own thighs, fingers plunging into her pussy, matching the rhythm of the thrusts below. Sarah kissed back hungrily, one hand reaching out to squeeze Lisa's breast through her top, pinching the nipple hard.