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BRODY
"Where is Mason?" Laurel asked. She was bent over the side of my bed, her feet planted on the floor but spread wide.
"Sweetheart, I have my thumb in your arse and you're asking after Mason?" The slick ointment I was working into her made my thumb's entry easy. It had been three days since we first f****d her and since then we'd taken her together and on our own, like now.
Her hips shifted back onto my hand and she groaned. "It's just that...you always take me together in the morning."
Three days did not a routine make, but she was quickly adjusting to having two husbands. We'd been training her arse these past few days, preparing her for taking both of us together. While we'd f****d her in turn, it wasn't the same. Having me fill her p***y while Mason took her arse would be t
