I look at the bottle. At his dark eyes. At Ryan watching with hungry fascination.
"Yes."
He pushes.
The neck of the bottle slides into me – cold, hard, different from anything I’ve ever felt. I gasp against his hand as he works it deeper, the widening glass stretching me open.
“Look at that,” Ryan breathes. “Look at her taking it.”
Marcus f***s me with the bottle.
Slow, deliberate thrusts, the glass sliding in and out of my p***y while his other hand stays clamped over my mouth. The sensation is intense – cold and hard and unforgiving, nothing like warm flesh.
“Touch her c**t,” Marcus orders Ryan.
Ryan’s fingers find me. Start rubbing.
I’m being bottle-f****d by my step-uncle while my step-cousin plays with my c**t, and I can hear conversation drifting from upstairs, can hear some
