Twisted Temptation
I was nothing but a toy between them—Damon using my mouth, Sterling finger-fucking me ruthlessly, my body betraying me with every gush of wetness.
Damon pulled free, strings of spit connecting us. He slapped his cock against my cheek, laughing. “She’s a fucking mess already.”
Sterling withdrew his fingers, shoving them between my lips. “Clean them.”
I sucked greedily, moaning at the taste of myself.
Sterling’s eyes darkened. “Bend her over.”
Damon flipped me, pressing my chest flat against the desk, my ass in the air. Sterling moved behind me, unzipping his pants.