Pace husks, “I’ve got some idea,” and I feel intoxicated by the sound that claws from Wicker’s throat, so desperate and strained. “Don’t keep it from her,” Lex says, pulling my hair back to watch as I slide my mouth up the shaft, sucking. “You want his cum, baby?” Eagerly, I nod, my tongue laving the head of his cock, and Wicker whimpers. Like, legitimately fucking whimpers.
God that’s mf hot
