8
CROSS
"I don't know if I'll be able to sit on a horse," Simon grumbled as he ran his hand over his face, his whiskers rasping.
It was early, the sun barely up and we stood with our coffee on the back porch of the Tannenbaum house. We'd left Olivia sleeping, naked with the white sheet barely covering her lush body. Her hair was wild and tangled over the pillow, her lips were red and appeared bee stung from our kisses. But that hadn't been the only place we'd kissed. Simon and Rhys had spread her open for me and I'd eaten her p***y until she came. She was so sensitive, her clit a throbbing little bud, her arousal copious and her folds were delectable. Her taste, I couldn't get enough, but once I made her come, we traded places until we'd each had a taste of her and made her come. Her ho
