Saturday morning light poured through Ava’s bedroom windows. We had barely slept, just dozed between rounds, bodies tangled in her sheets. I woke up to her mouth on my c**k, slow and teasing, until I was hard and aching again. She climbed on top, rode me reverse until she came twice, then let me flip her over and finish deep inside her from behind.
Afterward we lay there sweaty and satisfied, her head on my chest.
“I have an idea,” she said suddenly, tracing circles on my stomach with her fingernail.
“My best friend Mia is coming over this afternoon. She’s been dying to meet you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Ava grinned, wicked and beautiful. “She knows everything. I told her what happened last night. She wants in.”
My c**k twitched against her thigh at the thought.
“You serious?”
