Their bed was bigger than the room I used to sleep in.
I crawled into the middle of it naked because that was the rule, plug still seated, thighs streaked, face tight with what Roman had left on my mouth. The sheets were cold for three seconds. Then the mattress dipped in three places and the cold was gone.
Vincent took my mouth first.
He didn’t kiss me. He held my jaw and pushed his c**k over my tongue until my lips stretched around the base and my nose was in him. I drooled immediately. He used my throat in unhurried strokes while Roman hooked my knee up and pulled the plug out with a wet, ugly sound.
What had been trapped came with it. Warm. Thick. It ran down onto the sheet between my legs.
“Messy,” Roman said, and shoved two fingers back into my ass to feel it. “She’s been walkin
