"Next time the three of us are together, I want you to wear fishnet tights," I told her.
"W-wh-"
"I want to tear them off of you," I said.
Without waiting for a response, I reached my arms around Otti, gripping her a.ss. I groaned in her ear as I roughly massaged her plump a.ss. I lifted Otti's a.ss up and slammed her down. I pulled her cheeks apart, looking at Pierce watching us.
"Hey Pierce, are my jeans soaked?" I asked teasingly as I lifted Otti more and spread her cheeks far apart.
Pierce's eyes zeroed in on Otti's p****y.
"Yes," he replied breathlessly.
I chuckled as I stood up, bouncing Otti on me. Otti moaned as she clung to me. With every step I took, I thrust into her harder.
I stopped right in front of Pierce. He raised a brow at me, but I only smirked.
"Here, hold thi
