Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and c*m, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's c*m dried in sticky trails across her t**s, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her p***y, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted.
She felt alive, utterly unburdened. No feeling of guilt from Father Mike's sermons, and no shadows of convent vows chaining her down. This was freedom, raw, filthy, and all-consuming. Her p***y ached from the pounding, a delicious soreness that begged for more, and her ass clenched instinctively at Jax's earlier promise that insinuated that her ass was next.
God, she wanted i
