A less secure male would have never allowed another man to get so close to his junk. Trent was anything but. And while he had no interest in Darren per se, he couldn't deny enjoying the hot breath tickling the base of his shaft as his best friend teased their mate.
Hands firmly gripped on her waist, Trent didn't move much, just pressed her down on his c**k, letting her quivering muscles grip him sweetly while she cried out. Lips pressed to her neck, Trent watched as Darren lapped at her c**t, his hands keeping her thighs spread wide as he licked. Thea's body tightened around him, her s*x coiling itself, on the pinnacle of pleasure. f**k, he loved how responsive she was. Loved everything about her from her bravery, despite what she'd been through, to her shyness when uncertain. He loved ho
