Six Friends.
Three Doors.
Mature Content.
I felt his thick tip teasing me, then I gasped as he pushed deep inside. I was wet, I was ready, and it was incredible.
I wasn’t sure which of the friends I’d been with so far, but his cock felt bigger as he stretched me and filled me.
He was a talented kisser. He licked my soft lips and twisted his hot tongue around mine in the dark. Kissing was a fine art, and he could paint a masterpiece with that mouth.
The kiss alone would’ve made me wet had he not already been fucking me. Maybe we could kiss more next time.
Of course, I couldn’t tell him that.
I arched my back as he took my firm nipple between his hungry lips. He nibbled and sucked in that artful way until I almost cried out in pleasure.
I couldn’t cry out, though, so I panted in soft, labored breaths instead.
Later, after we both crashed down from our highs, I stared into the pitch-black nothingness of the bedroom and wondered to myself…
…how did we get here?
