They made me send the text with Adrian still inside me.
I was on my back on the bench, legs pushed up, his c**k buried deep in my cunt while Marcus f****d my ass in slow, heavy strokes. Cole held my phone in front of my face. My hands shook as I typed. Every thrust from both of them made the words blur.
I’m fine. Out with friends. Phone died. I’ll call in the morning.
Cole hit send. Dad’s reply came almost immediately.
Okay. Be safe. Love you.
Adrian laughed low against my neck and f****d me harder. “Love you,” he repeated. “While his best friends are splitting his daughter open.”
Marcus’s hips snapped forward. The dual stretch was relentless. Cole set the phone aside, fed his c**k back into my mouth, and started f*****g my throat in time with them. Spit ran down my face. They moved
