He grabbed another beer from the fridge and this time he came to my side, pressed his body against mine, his hands on my waist. Katie watched, and her pupils were big, the wine making her openly curious. She was picturing us fucking, I could tell. I could practically see us behind her eyeballs. No doubt I’d be on top, Rick squirming under me while I pounded his hot little asshole. She’d have that much right. On cue she crossed her legs, and I watched the press of her thighs as she clenched. She’d be wet. Wet and tight. Nervous and needy. We should take her. Fuck her until she squealed like a
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