Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Steamy Stories
Drool pooled and dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the rug.
Behind her, the Pierced Man was running a hand over her ass, his touch proprietary. He spread her cheeks, exposing her two holes to the cool air and the hungry gazes of the others. He spat, a thick wad of saliva that landed directly on her puckered asshole. He used the head of his cock to smear it around, not entering, just teasing, circling the tight rim.
“Look at this,” he murmured, more to the others than to her. “Still tight. Still needs breaking in.”