Birdie's POV
It was Theo’s turn. He pulled me up and over his lap, making me straddle him. He reached down and directed his c**k to my entrance, and just like I did in the pool with Dad, I slid right down onto it.
“f**k me, baby bird. Show me how much you want this,” he said, then leaned back to enjoy the view of me riding him.
I started to move on top of him, bounced up and down along his shaft and propped myself up by putting my hands on his stomach. My moans mixed with his growls.
Dad’s hands came around my neck and he pulled my head back, then dipped down to kiss me. His tongue pushed into my mouth, wetting it eve more until a puddle of spit formed at the back of my throat.
Before I could swallow it, Dad dipped his fingers into my mouth and with his wet fingers, he spread my spit
