Brooke opened the door at 7:01 already naked.
Her apartment was smaller than ours, warm, one lamp on in the bedroom. She didn’t speak. She took the bag with the toy from my hand, set it on the dresser, and looked at both of us. Malik’s hand hovered near my lower back and dropped when she shook her head.
“Clothes off. Both of you. Then Aisha on the bed. Hands and knees.”
We stripped. I climbed onto the mattress, knees spread, chest down. The sheets smelled like her. Brooke moved behind me, ran two fingers through my cunt, and pushed them in slow. I was soaked. She f****d me with them for a moment, then reached for the toy, slicked it with her mouth, and worked it into me inch by inch until the base sat flush. The stretch was deep and constant. She turned it on. The low buzz made my thigh
