Karina’s POV.
I am ashamed, feeling pleasure, and terrified at the same time.
We are at my mother's garden eating the fruits that should be forbidden and avoided…but I don't want to stop.
Oliver is still between my legs, his lips are slick and stained with my own p***y juice.
I blush as he meet my eyes, his eyes are dark and intense as he moves upwards to hold my neck.
“Look at you, naked and dripping for your stepbrothers” he says and I whine with lust as Rick pulls off my n****e with a loud pop sound.
“How did she taste?“ he asks his brother and Oliver tightens his hand around my neck, why does his touch feel good like that?
“Tastes like sin, like heaven and like…Karina all that once” Rick replies before leaning in even closer, my lips part in anticipation as he locks our lips tog
