"It's not what I think? Not what I think?" Alex's voice came out dangerously quiet. "Because from where I'm standing, you seem to be having a really good time with your old friend here."
Lena tried to crawl down the bed. Kingston grabbed her waist and angled her back against his c**k.
"We are not done, b***h! I need my release, hehehe."
He thrust back in and started f*****g her again.
"A-lex… please…" Lena's mouth fell open on a silent cry, her hand stretching toward him.
"That's it. Keep moaning his name while I pound your greedy flesh. Makes it ten times better!"
Alex couldn't look away. Kingston's c**k disappearing inside her again and again. His best friend, bent over for one of his biggest business headaches.
What possible explanation could there be for this?
He turned on his
