FIFTY SHADES OF FILTHY DESIRES
The front door swings open before I can even knock, Scott stands there in low gray sweatpants that hang dangerously on his hips, his thick bulge already obvious and tempting.
He wears that signature cocky grin as he pulls me inside by the waist. His large hand immediately slides under my short skirt and cups my bare, wet pussy. “You actually came,” he says, voice low and rough with lust. “And no panties, fuck, you’re such a good little slut for us.”
Tyler lounges on the big couch with his legs spread wide. My heart slams hard in my chest when I notice the third person sitting beside him, Mike, a senior lacrosse player I’ve only ever seen from afar.
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