Chapter 3
It was breathy, low, like she’d walked in on something she wanted to watch longer. She stepped inside, closing the door with a click, dropping her purse on the floor without looking.
Her eyes raked over us slowly, from Benjamin’s hard c**k shiny with my spit to my own standing up from the bed, then back to our flushed faces.
Shit, caught. But she’s not yelling. She’s staring at our d***s, chest rising fast. Is she turned on? My heart’s pounding harder now, c**k twitching under her gaze.
Benjamin scrambled up to sit, wiping his mouth, face beet red, c**k still rigid and leaking.
“Scar, baby, it’s not what it looks like. We were just… experimenting a little. Didn’t think you’d be back so soon. Please don’t freak out.”
His voice cracked a bit, hands hovering like he wanted
