Then, before she lost herself in his world-encompassing embrace, she slid over in front of Andy. After giving his c**k — which felt even thicker than Prior’s, and which curved out toward her — a squeeze, she stepped back, shot him a look that was meant to be sultry but felt just short of panic, and turned.
With fumbling fingers, she untied the robe and let it slide to the floor.
“Holy f**k,” gasped Sean, echoed by Prior’s “Sweet Jesus.”
As Lea had warned he might, Andy simply pounced, one huge hand sliding up and grasping a lace-covered breast while the other slid down, clutching her lace-covered snatch. His teeth closed on her ear and he growled.
She answered him with something halfway between a laugh and a moan. If she'd had any lingering doubts about how the three men would respond
