Naked Scripts
Lila is already crawling over him, naked and glowing, tits swaying, pussy dripping from the orgasm Mason just ripped out of her.
“Hi, big brother,” she purrs, straddling his chest, knees pinning his arms. “You’re overdressed.”
Hands are everywhere. Tyler rips Caden’s T-shirt over his head. Drew yanks the sweatpants and boxers down in one brutal tug. Caden’s cock springs free—rock-hard, flushed, leaking at the tip—and the whole room erupts.
“Holy shit,” Tyler whistles. “Bro’s packing.”
Lila licks her lips, eyes sparkling. “Told you he was pretty.”