I was already on my knees in the living room when Marcus texted that he was twenty minutes out.
The house was dim, just the lamp by the couch. Adrian stood in front of me, jeans open, c**k thick and hard against my lips. He had spent the entire day keeping me full—waking me with it, bending me over the kitchen table at noon, f*****g me against the shower wall until the water ran cold, then again on the dock while the sun dropped. Now my dress was gone. My thighs were sticky. c*m from the last load was still leaking out of me onto the rug. He rubbed the head of his c**k across my mouth, smearing pre-c*m, then pushed in slow until I gagged.
“Open wider,” he said. One hand settled in my hair. “He wants to see you relaxed. You’re going to look relaxed with my c**k down your throat when he wa
