Jenny
“Give me that f*****g phone, now!” I shouted and lunged at Ethan as he dangled the glowing screen just out of reach, his drunken smirk twisting his bloody face.
“Not a chance,” he replied, stumbling back. His jeans was still open and his c**k was soft but still twitching like he was ready for more. “This is my leverage, Jenny. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
Tara gasped, her naked body pressed against me, her skin still slick from our c*m.
“You recorded us? Ethan, what the hell?”
“Leverage,” he repeated, his eyes darting between her dripping thighs and my bare chest, the strap-on harness hanging loose around my hips. “You two keep me in this, whatever it is, or I post it. Wedding guests, your families, everyone sees you f*****g like animals.”
“I’ll break your f*****
