Matt was gritting his teeth. “I’m thinking of England right now trying not to come. Baby, you’re squeezing me and I’m not going to last.”
I laughed, came up a touch, dropped back down.
“Oh,” I said, my eyes going wide. That felt good.
“Not every woman has a hymen, or it was torn at some point. Does it matter?” Ethan asked.
I lifted and lowered myself again, this time a little further out and a little harder back down. I cried out. “No. No, it doesn’t matter at all,” I breathed.
“f**k,” Matt whispered. “I’m just glad there’s no pain. Only pleasure, right?”
I nodded, my ponytail tickling my back.
“s**t,” Ethan added when I started to find a rhythm. I could feel my breasts bouncing, but I didn’t care. I was just chasing the pleasure, grinding my c**t against Matt. “You’re gorgeous, swe
