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WYATT
I collapsed onto the mattress beneath my back that was wet from sweat and c*m. Blessed oxygen flooded my lungs, and I gasped for more, my mind buzzing, my limbs tingling.
One last twitch shuddered through me, and I moaned, going lax.
“I want to taste him on your tongue,” Haley murmured, climbing over me to reach Garrett’s mouth.
He popped off my softening d**k, swiping a drop of c*m he’d missed from the corner of his mouth with his thumb while propping himself up with his other hand. “Here.” He held his thumb out, and Haley wrapped her lips around his finger, sucking.
“Holy shit.” I choked on an inhale, gaze plastered on the two of them as she went to move away.
He twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her back in, taking her lips in a slow, sensual kiss that had to cur
