Forbidden Collection
He ushered her out, muttering about pranks.
The door clicked shut, and the tension snapped. Van pushed back from the table, his cock still out, hard and slick from our mouths. “You three are insane,” he growled, but his eyes were dark with lust. Gogo stood, peeling off her dress to reveal her voluptuous body—big enhanced tits bouncing free, her bubble butt jiggling. “Now the real feast begins,” she said, pulling Van up. Paris and I followed, our dresses hiking up.