I moan, writhing against him, and he must like the friction on his c**k because he grips my hips and pulls me back until all of my back is pressed firmly against his front.
Fingers wrap around my throat and I’m held in place against one man as his friends take in my body, their gazes hungry as starved wolves.
Sylan and Grey stand with their glorious shafts in hand, precum dripping down the backside making my mouth water.
I grin, feeling the rush of anticipation course through me at high speed.
“Does mo chroí want her c***s?”
Beams of light filter through the unobstructed view of the city and catches in their hair. Both have locks so black that when the light hits a few of the strands, I see hints of blue.
I nod, pulling my lower lip between my teeth for fear of actually
