breaks off on a loud shout and I know, I know Ruger has thrust home inside of him, sure as Klay is inside of me. “Jesus. Jesus.” Ruger’s labored breaths fill the kitchen. “Feels so good,” he slurs. “Move,” Klay rasps after a moment, letting go of my hair in favor of wrapping a hand around my throat. “Help me fuck her. Her little thighs are already shaking.”
