The rattle came again, sharper this time, like knuckles rapping on the metal door. My heart slammed against my ribs, but Tyler's c**k was buried deep inside me, his hips grinding slow and deliberate, keeping me pinned against the shelf.
Drax's d**k throbbed in my mouth, his hand tangled in my hair, holding me steady. The others...Marvin, and Devon, froze mid-stroke on their own shafts, eyes darting to the entrance. Sweat trickled down my back, mixing with the c*m already drying on my skin.
Who the hell was it?
Dad checking on the equipment?
Some janitor?
The thought of getting caught sent a twisted spike of fear through me, but it only made my p***y clench harder around Tyler, drawing a low groan from him.
'Quiet,' Drax hissed, pulling out of my mouth with a wet smack.
I gasped
