I strained against the belt biting into my wrist, desperate to touch them, to touch myself. Austin and Olly laughed at my struggles and I pressed my thighs together, squirming to find some sort of friction.

"Is someone getting a bit antsy?" Olly asked as Austin traced two fingers down the outside of my hip. "You look like you want to say something."

I looked up into Olly's eyes, my lips wrapped around his cock, and did my best to give him a searing glare. ...