P*rnstation
I should have walked away, Instead I heard myself whisper, “Deal.”
First hand I lost on purpose. I peeled off my tank top slow, letting them watch my tits bounce free.
Heavy C-cups, pale pink nipples already aching.
David’s jaw flexed.
Ryan openly groaned.
“Fuck me,” Ryan muttered.
“Those are even better than I imagined.”
Second hand David lost. He stood up, shoved his sweatpants down, and his cock sprang out. It was thick, veiny, angry red, easily nine and a half inches.