Jesse

The sounds escaping Lia right now were driving me mad. She was on the bed, bouncing on top of Colby’s cock. I was stroking my own slowly, not wanting the moment to be over.

Her breasts were bouncing, moans spilling from her lips. Colby held onto her hips tight enough to bruise. I remember the one time I left bruises in the shape of fingerprints on her hips.

It was beyond enticing to leave my mark on her. All of us probably felt that way at some point.

When Lia did come, she ...