Isha
Mic and Ford had me so riled up all the way home. They tweaked my n*pples, sucked on my skin, played with my soaked p*ssy. Mic scrunched himself so he could get between my legs with his talented tongue while Ford leaned back against the back passenger door and held my legs open for him. They had removed my clothes the moment we drove from the club. I caught glimpses of Davis watching, palming his slacks as he squeezed his covered c*ck. I heard Dawson’s curses. I could only imagine he would look in the rearview mirror to see what was happening and try to concentrate on the road at the same time.
They played with me like I was their favorite toy, but they wouldn’t let me c*m. I’d get so close and Mic would back off, while Ford would blow on my skin to cool me down. Then they woul
