FOUR BILLIONAIRES RUIN TWO ASSES 2
I freed myself next. My d**k slapped against my abs—nine inches, thick enough that girls usually needed both hands. Tonight it felt even heavier. Ethan looked up at me with those hungry eyes and leaned in without being told, lips parting. The wet heat of his mouth engulfed me in one smooth glide, tongue swirling under the head like he’d been born for it. I groaned, threading my fingers through his dark hair and pushing deeper until I felt his throat flutter around me.
“Holy s**t,” I muttered. He didn’t gag. Just swallowed, eyes watering but eager, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed.
Beside him, Liam was working Jax’s c**k with sloppy enthusiasm, spit already dripping down his chin while Victor fed his thick shaft into Liam’s other hand, making him jerk
