THE WIFE THEY BURIED
**Celine's POV**
Diego, was on the bed, but he wasn’t alone.
Bianca, my best friend was straddling him completely naked, her dark hair falling over her bare shoulders and brushing against her full breasts. Her hips moved slowly against him in a steady rhythm, grinding down as she rode him. Diego’s hands gripped her waist tightly, fingers digging into her smooth skin, pulling her closer with every thrust. Her head was tilted back, lips parted in pleasure, while his mouth moved hungrily over her neck and chest, sucking and biting at her skin.