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GARRETT
Hal’s hot a*s clutched at my d**k, and I had to keep my teeth clenched so I wouldn’t fill up her hole with c*m before Wyatt even put his d**k back into her.
“You’re doing so well, Hal,” I half-hissed the words, my lips pressed against her shoulder. “So hot and tight. f*****g perfect.”
She’d taken all but two inches of me.
I pulled out to the head, the copious amount of lube I’d used to ensure easy entry making wet noises.
“Fuck.” I grabbed hold of her hips, looking down and not able to make out a goddamn thing. “Turn the lamp on, Wyatt. I need to see her—both of you.”
The bed shifted as he moved, and sudden light spilled over our sweaty bodies.
Haley’s a*s stretched around my girth, so f*****g pink and pretty that my balls pulled up tight.
Slowly, I pushed back into her
