Steamy Encounters
“Show her what it means to be ours.”
Anton moved. Slow, deep strokes that dragged against Ida's inner walls, that made her grip the table's edge until her knuckles went white. Each thrust pushed her forward, and she felt Victor's hand in her hair, guiding her mouth back to his cock.
She took him again, and the rhythm became a three-body machine—Victor fucking her throat, Anton fucking her cunt, Mia's fingers circling her clit from where she knelt beneath the table.
From the head of the table, Nele watched with her whiskey, her free hand working between her thighs. “Look at that,” she said, her voice carrying over the sounds of fucking. “A natural.”
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