Laughter turned flirtatious. "Prove it," Jamie teased, standing to straddle Tyler's lap. She ground against him slowly, eliciting a groan.
"Feel how hard I make you?" His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer. Jake watched, then tugged me onto his lap.
"Your turn." His erection pressed against my ass through our clothes, thick and insistent. I rocked against it, feeling the length of him.
Kisses ignited Jamie's lips on Tyler's, hungry and deep; mine meeting Jake's, his tongue exploring my mouth. Hands roamed: Tyler pushing up Jamie's top, exposing her breasts, thumbs circling her n*****s until they pebbled. Jake's fingers slipped under my shorts, tracing my slit. "Already soaked," he murmured against my neck.
We stripped piecemeal, urgency building but not rushing. Tops came off
