He spreads his legs, and because mine are resting on top, they follow. Tristan, eyeing me like I’m water and he’s been in the desert for days, reaches over and pushes against my knees, spreading me even further. At the same time, Jameson grabs my wrists and pins them against the couch cushions. His strokes are slow and deep as we settle into this new position, and my eyes can’t help but flit down—only to see his slick, pearled cock slowly withdrawing before disappearing again into me, the roll of his hips so languid. “Look at what a good girl you are, Alice, taking both our cocks today,”
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