Friday, Whiskey left, whispering, “Have fun, naughty girl.”
I chose a black, low-cut workout dress, stockings sheer, feeling bold. At the gym, we prepped for the charity challenge, but the air was charged. “Last day, Muffin,” Jake said, eyes dark. “You’re ready.”
I grinned, cheeky. “Maybe for more than running.” Nate’s “Oh, really?” sparked something.
After training, Liam suggested the locker room for a “cool-down.” Inside, the steamy air hit me.
Jake pulled me close, kissing me hard. I melted, submissive, as they tugged off my dress, leaving lingerie and stockings.
On my knees, I whispered, “Please.” Jake’s cock was thick, filling my mouth as I sucked eagerly, his groans urging me. Liam let me explore him, slow and sensual.
Nate’s “Fuck, Muffin, you’re amazing” drove me wild. They took turns, hands in my red hair, and I surrendered, loving it. |
