MY BOYFRIEND'S TEAMMATES 4.
Slowly, she released her grip on the shirt, balling her fists instead, nails biting into her palms as she shook her head in desperate denial.
"No... this can't be happening," Stacy whispered to herself. "You can't do this to me. Not here please."
Moonlight filtered weakly through the windows, scattering fractured colors across the room like ghostly remnants of day.
Just hours ago, she had stood in this same living room, in Marcus's arms, taking his d**k, and screaming his name like a curse.
Now, his friends want to take her in the same space, with the air still filled with Marcus's and her scent from a few minutes ago. Their eyes burning with intimate hunger.
Stacy's voice broke as she forced the words out, trembling but defiant. “No. I won't strip. Not h
