Hesitantly, she does as she's told, and I bring the bottle to her entrance.
"Niko, I don't think-"
Before she can finish her sentence, I'm already pushing the bottle inside her, the narrow neck sliding in easily. "Oh," she gasps, but doesn't push me away.
Technically, I'm not touching her. The bottle is. So, King can't be too upset with me when he ultimately finds out. I wonder if he'll punish me. Maybe he'll even force me to suck his d**k while she watches.
That's if he's ever willing to tell her what we do. That's a big if. Mason is the only other person who knows, but he's only alive because King knows he won't tell.
Our eyes lock as I begin to slowly pump the neck of the bottle in and out of Alyssa's p***y, reveling in the sloppy sound it makes. Her face is flushed with arousal,
