AYANA
“A few minutes more, mommy,” Polito replied, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the hem of my shorts.
I could feel Daniel’s palm rubbing my p***y through my shorts. I should have stopped him, yelled at him, but my body deceived me.
He pressed through the thin cotton of my shorts, his fingers tracing my seam with an accuracy that made me gasp. Polito’s thumb found my c**t at the same moment, circling through the fabric with the same rhythm his tongue was using on my n****e.
How did they know exactly where to touch?
The thought dissolved when Daniel’s finger slipped beneath my shorts. He parted my folds and slid one finger in, then buried it inside me for a second.
“Oh f**k, Sons,” I moaned out loud, couldn’t help it. “You two are soooo good.”
Daniel’s mouth released my bre
