Erina
Sandwiched between Lucas and Jack, they moved in unison, each focused only on their own desires. My thighs were sore as my muscles tensed under the electric over and over. I couldn't get away, I couldn't escape. Jack grinned at me, triumphant. "God, Prey," he whispered.
Lucas panted from behind. His fingers were busy holding my hips so he could get the fullest thrust, or he'd pull my cheeks apart, so he could go even deeper. His teeth found my neck, my shoulders, the shell of my ear. "Kitty," he whispered.
Norman stroked my cheek with the back of his finger. In his hand he held no toys this time, just himself. And I'd gotten enough of an eyeful of these men before to know that this next encounter wasn't going to be easy. But even still, my eyes were glued to the pink flesh
