Eleven
Eagle passed Hawk on his way to the bench. The two high fived, any tension from before gone.
Eagle unzipped his pants. “Can you handle it, sweet meat?”
I knew I should’ve said no. But a part of me didn’t want to disappoint Hawk. So, I nodded.
Eagle grabbed a c****m. He slid into my folds without preamble. His descent was easier, but he was thicker where Hawk was longer.
“Holy s**t!”
I heard Hawk chuckling from the bench. “Yeah. I know, brother.”
“f**k,” Eagle shut his eyes as he slid all the way in.
“Hold up. I gotta see this.” Crow materialized over my shoulder. “Dude that s**t’s poetry. Ebony and ivory.”
Eagle set a slow rhythm. In, out. In, out, and around. In, out. In, out, and around.
“Make them bounce, E.”
I assumed Crow meant my breasts since he hadn’t taken his ey
