Chapter 8
Logan f****d me hard from behind and used Lucian’s c*m like it belonged there.
Every thrust shoved that thick load deeper and then pushed more of it out around his c**k in wet slaps that hit my ass and ran down the backs of my thighs.
He did not ease up. He gripped my hips and pounded, sliding through another man’s c*m and still stretching me because I was swollen and sloppy and shaking on my hands and knees with my face over Lucian’s lap.
“f**k, she’s filthy,” Logan said. “I can feel your c*m in her, Lucian. It’s coating my whole c**k. Her cunt’s making that wet sound every time I bury it.”
“Then use it,” Lucian said. He sat in front of my face, half hard, shiny from my mouth and from being inside me. He put his c**k back on my lips.
“Open. Taste both of us. That’s him f
