“You boys worked up a sweat, too. Her breath caught in her throat as Duke tugged off his shirt, the moonlight carving shadows across the planes of his chest, each muscle defined by years of labor. Wyatt’s hand settled on her hip, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there, each movement deliberate, reverent. They stepped into the tank, the water sloshing around their thighs as they waded toward her. Each stroke stretched her pussy further, hitting places inside her that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she anchored herself against the tide of sensation. “And what exactly you boys plannin’?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with anticipation and fear. The night air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps as she stood in her worn bra and panties. This is where I belong, she thought, her mind finally quiet. “Every inch of me.” She felt the thick tip of his cock press against her tight hole, and she tensed, a flicker of fear mingling with the overwhelming desire coursing through her. His thumbs circled her nipples, coaxing them to tight peaks, and she gasped, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure straight to her clit.
