p***y throbbing, I dropped to my knees and pressed my thighs together. Wetness pooled between them, sudden desire ripping through me. When I had asked to be with someone else, Laila had become so possessive.
And, God, it turned me on.
I ran my hands down their stomachs to the waistband of their pants, rubbing Constantino’s hardening c**k and Laila’s c**t.
“You want me to prove it to you?” I repeated, breathing heavily. “I’ll prove it to you.”
Before I could stop, I pulled down Laila’s pants, then Constantino’s. I needed them, and I needed them badly. I wanted possessive Laila to force me to eat her cunt, then suck her husband off, growl into my ear that I was hers, like a savage animal.
After taking Constantino in my right hand and stroking him, I crawled closer to Laila until my lips
