Skyla’s pussy contracts around me, and it has my head dropping back to the headrest. “Goddamn, babygirl. Your pretty little pussy hugs me so good. Such a tight little thing.” “Uh huh,” she groans, one hand wrapping around my neck while the other cups the back of Asher’s head. Smashed together between us, properly worshipped the way she deserves to be. See? A Skyla sandwich.
