Waking up to my sin
Sienna let out a sound that wasn't human—a high, keening wail of pure sensory overload as she was filled by both of us simultaneously.
The dominance was absolute. We were a machine of sweating flesh and friction. I felt Silas’s body pressing firmly against mine, the heat of his skin searing into my side as we moved in a synchronized, brutal rhythm. While we both pumped into her, our fingers weren't idle. Silas and I were moving our hands in and out of her, exploring every slick, swollen inch of her heat, pushing her further and further toward the edge of physical madness.
The violence of the act was exactly what she loved. I reached back and delivered a stinging, heavy spank to her thigh,