Kamin's fingers plunged deeper into my soaked p***y, curling just right to hit that spongy spot inside me that made my toes curl against the rumpled sheets.
I was still on my back from the last round, wrists loosely rebound to the headboard with that silk scarf, my body a canvas of their marks... red handprints on my ass cheeks from Kamin's enthusiastic smacks, faint bite marks along my collarbone from Dwayne's hungry nips, and Darius's thumb-shaped bruises blooming on my throat where he'd gripped me like he owned every breath I took. The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and c*m, the city hum outside a distant buzz compared to the pounding of my heart.
'Yeah, that's right, you greedy little f**k-pet,' Kamin growled, his dreads falling forward as he leaned over me, his free
