Jack groaned.
“Why is that?” Sam asked.
I pulled off Jack's c**k and looked over my shoulder. “You want to have a conversation now?”
“Tell me why you should come.”
“f**k, Sam, I want my d**k back in her mouth,” Jack complained.
Sam's magical c**k stroked over some place deep inside that had me arching my back and crying out. “There. Right there again. Please.” I wasn't beyond begging. Not now.
Sam stilled. “Oh, no. Tell us why you should come, doll.”
“Because…because I'm a good girl,” I replied, breathless.
I was a total slut. What the hell was I doing with two men? One c**k in my mouth, one in my p***y. What was I doing writhing and moaning, begging and talking about s*x? Chad never went for any of this. Jack's hand covered mine on his c**k and he began to stroke, slow at first, t
