I lay back on my king-sized bed with my head on the pillow raised enough to see Liam’s face. My arms were above my head, my hands holding onto the antique frame. My legs were spread wide leaving my body exposed from my bare t**s with their ever-perky n*****s to the bushy crotch between my legs. I didn’t shave or sculpt my pubic hair as was the current trend. I preferred it as God intended. He looked intrigued. It must have been too dark and we were all too drunk on the night of orgy for him to get a clear glimpse of my snatch. But he had a clear glimpse now.
I caught a whiff of my p***y’s dark fragrance wafting in the air – I’m sure he caught its heady scent as well.
The look of wonder on Liam’s face sent me deeper into the challenge of him and me. He may have been the one controlling
