Mara’s POV
Declan f***s me bent over the counter with a force that rattles the dishes in the cabinets. His c**k is long and curved and the upward angle hits my front wall on every stroke.
My p***y is so wet the sound of him inside me is filthy and loud.
"Listen to that," Declan says, slamming into me. "Hear your own p***y, Mara? That's the sound of a woman who's been needing to get f****d properly for two years." He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. "I bet my little brother never heard this sound because he didn't know how to f**k you."
"He never f****d me like this," I moan into the marble.
"Because he's a boy," Garrett says from in front of me. He grabs my jaw, lifts my face, and pushes his c**k into my mouth. The thickness stretches my jaw and the belt is still looped around th
