They came back the next afternoon still in practice gear.
I was on the living room floor exactly where Jace had told me to wait—naked, plug in my ass, cunt already dripping from the loads I’d been holding since last night. The pictures had gone out every two hours. He’d replied to the last one with a single word: Ready. Now four of them were walking through the front door, sweaty, half-hard in their shorts, eyes on the mess shining between my thighs.
“On the couch,” Jace said. “Legs open. We’re adding more before anyone showers.”
I climbed up. Knox didn’t wait. He shoved his shorts down, rubbed the head through how wet I was, and pushed in. I was swollen. The stretch still made me gasp. He f****d me hard, each thrust forcing last night’s c*m out in thick white spurts that ran down onto
