Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories)
“Don’t stop, slut. You’re almost there. Make us come too.”
My hands obey even when my body is too weak, pumping them both with messy strokes.
They groan, hips jerking.
“Yes, keep going—”
“She’s so perfect—”
Hot streams spill across my breasts, my chest, my throat. I gasp as cum paints my skin, dripping down between my tits, streaking over my collarbone. Another pulse splatters against my lips, hot and salty. I lick it instinctively, moaning around the taste.
The room fills with groans. My body is a mess—soaked, dripping and painted in their release.