16
Piper
I was bent over the end of a bed with Spur’s c**k parting my lips. Lane’s hands slid down my bare thighs and I felt his hot breath over my p***y before he settled his mouth on me, his tongue lapping up my wetness. I knew it was copious; I could feel it on my thighs. I’d loved it when Spur had put his mouth on me the night we met, but I’d been shocked then at the very idea of it and while he’d made me come, I’d been a little reserved, a little wary.
Now? Now I pushed my bottom back to be closer, for Lane to be more insistent. When he dipped a finger into my p***y, I moaned around Spur’s c**k.
“Do that again, Lane. Whatever the f**k it was, do it again,” Spur demanded. His fingers tightened in my hair and I knew I was making him lose control. The thought of me lowering Spur to h
