Isha
I froze and looked at the body in front of me and saw leather. Oh sh*t, it was Rage and Savage. My mind went into straight panic mode, but my body didn’t care, it was just remembering how good it was with them and I felt myself becoming extremely turned on. They were holding me a little off the ground between them.
“Hello little Isha,” Savage’s deep voice said in my ear.
“Oh Jesus,” I whispered.
“No, it’s Savage, you forgot my name?” he asked teasingly.
“Oh, no, um, please guys, let me down,” I said, anxiously.
They chuckled and held me tighter in between them, coming closer. My breasts smashing against Rage’s chest, and my ass being poked by Savage’s hard on.
“Why? Your f*ckwhit of a husband around? Maybe we should just make him jealous,” Rage said, kissing my temple and
