Their words are like fire, feeding my submission, my need to please them. “I want you to remember exactly how this feels, surrendering completely to your son’s friends.”
I straddled his hips, my thighs brushing against his as I positioned myself over him. “Oh, Rob! I had crossed a line, and the consequences of that felt like a heavy, burning imprint I was now going to answer for. Sam stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. Make me your slut! The sensation of him filling me, melding with me in a way that felt intimate, right, sent a groan spilling from my lips. My moans grew louder, muffled by Rob’s length but unmistakable, as my body trembled with need. If you play nice, we will keep this wonderful thing between us three only, okay.” He said. “Tell me, Ms. I wanted him to claim me, to push me to the edge of everything, to make me his
. I can feel my pulse pounding in my ears, the need for another release building in every part of me. His lips brushed my neck, soft and tender, sending a shiver down my spine. So eager,” Sam muttered, his voice rough with satisfaction. His movements became more erratic, more desperate, and I knew, without a doubt, that he was about to claim me.
