Voraciously Desired

“This is wrong.” She whined, eyes silently begging them to stop their naughty hands from touching her body. “This is so wrong.”

But instead of stopping, the three of them got even more excited. A triumphant smile was plastered on their lips, making them look even more terrifying with darkened pairs of silver eyes.

“Oh, my darling, there is nothing wrong with us who want nothing but spoiling and worshiping you.”

Fucking God, this is so wrong — she has a husband!

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