Jax lingered in the background, arms crossed over his chest, eyes sharp as he watched the f**k fest unfold.
"How long does daddy's little girl think she can hold out, Janet?" Vincent mumbled coyly against her traitorous folds, his face buried deep between Janet’s spread thighs.
His tongue working her soaked folds with taunting, deliberate strokes while she squirmed helplessly over the armrest of the couch.
The sloppy sounds of him licking and sucking filled the room, mixing with the heavy scent of s*x and sweat, and Janet and Candice's moans.
Luca sure wasn't holding back, glaring at the sight before him. He looked like he would break Candice's p***y right open, while drooling over Janet's s*x faces.
Jax wasn't even f*****g and his mind was a mess too. His d**k was thick, hard and
