Dirty Daddies Underground
A body closes in, and then a hand slides between my thighs.
I moan around Mason’s cock, my lips stretching to take him deeper, as Theo’s voice comes from behind me, thick and sinful.
“She’s fucking soaked,” he says, and I feel the pressure of his fingers as they stroke through my wetness. “Our girl gets off on being throat fucked.”
A thrill runs down my spine, settling low in my belly. I don’t know what it says about me that hearing those words, said so casually, so possessively, makes my body react the way it does.