Ryan wrapped a towel around my shoulders, but his eyes were already dark again. “Six more days, baby sis. Six more days of this p***y and this ass and this mouth belonging to us.”
I let them carry me out legs useless, body marked and dripping with their c*m and didn’t even pretend to protest when they laid me on Jake’s bed and started all over again.
The plumber could take the whole f*****g month for all I cared.
DAY 2
I woke up sticky, sore, and smiling.
Jake’s heavy arm was locked around my waist from behind, Marcus’s thigh thrown over mine, Ryan’s breath warm against my neck. c*m had dried in crusty streaks across my t**s, stomach, the inside of my thighs. The sheets were a bio-hazard. I smelled like s*x and all three of them and I never wanted to wash again.
Jake stirred first. His
