Monday
Aislen lay on Cameron’s chest as they watched as Heath showered in the open-air ensuite bathroom tucked into a corner of the playroom. He faced towards them as he washed, gripping his c**k and stroking himself back to hardness, his eyes glinting wickedly, a small smile on his lips.
“He’s planning evil things,” she murmured.
Cameron pressed his lips into her hair. He was contentedly lazy below her, awash in post-orgasm satiation. He had lasted through two of her orgasms before losing control and rolling her under him so he could f**k himself hard and fast into completion whilst Heath photographed the action. “You’ll love every moment of the evil,” he predicted.
“Highly likely,” she kissed his chest. “What happened between you and Talen?”
“Why do you think something happened?”
