Wednesday
Aislen stared at herself in the mirror, trying to work out how to hide the hickeys on her neck, which Rhett had sucked into being whilst f*****g her in the river house the day before. Or maybe it had been Heath, she admitted to herself. He had been under her at the time, f*****g her arse whilst Rhett was over her. And Cameron had been f*****g Rhett…
God, she breathed out a sigh. She had not even known such things were possible just a few weeks before, and now she knew what it felt like when two men were inside of her at once, and when a man came hard against her cervix from his prostate being under pressure from another man’s c**k. And, f*****g hell, it turned her on just remembering.
She was a slut, just like Cameron enjoyed calling her. The very worst kind of slut there was
