I stayed sprawled against the leather cushions for what felt like forever, my body still tingling from that first hard orgasm. My legs were heavy, thighs sticky with my own wetness and their spit, and my chest rose and fell in slow, deep breaths. The room smelled like s*x already—musky, sweet, and a little salty. Hunter and Kyle were still on their knees in front of me, their faces flushed and shiny and lips swollen and wet from devouring my p***y. Their eyes hadn’t left me once, hungry and almost reverent, and it made heat curl low in my belly all over again.
I wasn’t done, not by a long shot. My p***y throbbed, empty now, aching to be filled. I wanted more. I wanted them inside me, and I wanted to feel them lose control because of me.
After a while I pushed myself up on my elbows, then
