I sank to my knees on the same rug where they’d been sitting minutes ago and opened my mouth.
Jake’s c**k slid over my tongue first—hot, heavy, already leaking. I took him deep, eyes watering, while hands landed on my head, my shoulders, my t**s through the sweater. Someone pulled the sweater up and over my head. Someone else unhooked my bra. My jeans were yanked open and shoved down my hips along with my panties until I was naked on my knees in the middle of six hard, naked athletes, one c**k already stretching my throat.
Marcus took my free hand and wrapped it around his. Tyler did the same with the other. The remaining two stroked themselves and watched, waiting their turn at my mouth.
Jake’s fingers tangled in my hair. “f**k, Claire… look at you. Emily’s perfect mom on her knees for
