Silver was still everywhere, directing like a maestro, staring at the naked and writhing bodies, probably getting his next inspiration from the inferno. He had already pulled away from Marco, but his own c**k which was now free, was still throbbing and magnificent.
Lila and Echo lay tangled, breathing hard, their thighs slick from the intense scissoring that had just torn them apart.
Echo’s hungry pale gray eyes took me in, then flicked to Silver as if asking for permission. The artist was lounged in his chair, his d**k glistening from Marco’s ass juice, half-hard while he caressed the t**s of a new woman.
And I took that as my cue.
I stopped fingering my p***y and walked up to the girls.
“Room for one more?” I asked in a low voice.
Silver’s smirk was pure sin. “Always. Come, I wan
