Isha
Mic stood and took me from Davis, who stumbled back and sat in a plush chair that was in my room.
Mic laid me down and slipped into me in one thrust. He held me by the shoulders and buried his head into my neck as he rutted in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on to him. It felt so good to have him in me, to have my guys home and loving me. They were taking away all my insecurities about what happened and replacing them with this lovely memory.
“Roll,” I heard Ford demand.
Mic rolled us, and he roamed his hands down my back to my ass and spread my cheeks. I moaned because I knew what was about to happen. I felt lubed fingers around my anus. I clenched at first at the pressure of Ford’s fingers.
“Relax Princess, let me in,” he coaxed.
He rimmed me with hi
