Isha
A masculine groan had my eyes fluttering open. As they adjusted, I felt a warm body behind me that I knew was Davis because I vaguely remember falling asleep being Dawson’s little spoon and Davis was behind him. But I also remembered Dawson kissing my temple early this morning and whispering he had to go into the office. Davis had scooted closer to me and Mic and Ford were still sleeping, so I had reached out and intertwined my fingers with Mic’s and fell back to sleep.
My eyes adjusted to the morning light and the sight that came into view was utterly delicious. Ford was thrusting into Mic’s ass as Mic laid on his back and fisted his c*ck jerking it in time with Ford’s thrusts. Ford was on his knees, with Mic’s legs over the crooks of his arms. Both of them had glistening bea
