The sun was high when I woke again, tangled in sheets that smelled of s*x, in bed with three bodies.
Lauren’s blonde hair spilled across my t**s, few strands glued to my skin with dried c*m, her breath was hot and humid against my n****e, making it tighten into a hard, aching peak.
Julian’s arm was heavy over both of us, keeping us closer, his fingers splayed possessively across my hip, his thumb tracing the bruise he had left. His c**k nestled half-hard against the curve of Lauren’s ass, the heat of it radiating through the thin sheet, pulsing faintly with every heartbeat. The attic skylight was smeared with fog, light fracturing through the streaks, painting us in gold that shone over sweat-slick skin and crusted c*m.
My p***y ached. Deliciously, swollen, sticky, and still leaking
