Chapter 1: Introduction
Laney arched her back against the high thread count sheets, mouth agape as dampness clung to her forehead, darkening her “forbidden fruit” sheets. The orgasm that rattled through her core came on fast as the weight of Jon’s strong hands held her thighs open wide on her luxury queen-sized bed.
Zach was “working late” as usual. The apartment maintained a stiff silence, the emptiness amplifying every needy exhale from Laney’s trembling lips.
On her marital bed, her ex-husband's tanned hands gripped her soaked thighs, spreading them like wishbone ends under his possession. Laney's long-manicured nails dug into the silken comforter. A soft whimper escaped her throat as she moaned, "Jon, God, Jon!"
Jon met her hungry gaze, dipping between their pressing hunger. Her sweet spot greeted him before he thrust shallowly inside her blushing walls.
"Oh, I've missed those sweet cries," Jon murmured against her sweat-slicked neck. His tongue traced the path of her voluptuous curves while she panted beneath him, clutching desperately for purchase.
"Don't stop. Harder—harder!" Her voice cracked as it caressed the shadowed corners of their dimly lit escape, and Jon obliged, filling her thoroughly with a guttural grunt.
He plunged deeper, his shaft stretching her beyond capacity.
Meanwhile, in the next room, Zach watched intently. Jealousy had long since turned to intrigue, drawn to the magnetic pull of their forbidden dance. The need to conquer, to brand fairness into her rich brown eyes drove him mad with desire. He wanted her submitting to him and him alone.
Through the slight crack on the door, his hungry gaze drank them in.
Jon pounded furiously into Laney, whose desperate moans echoed around them. Their writhing bodies moved in a heated, passionate rhythm, the mattress springs singing through the apartment.
Zach's cock throbbed within the confines of his pants, aching for release. The devilish idea of joining their debaucherous escapade ignited a primal urge within him.
Unnoticed behind the door, he tore away at his belt, freeing his straining erection.
Stroking himself to match the tempo of their sinful dance, his envy grew as Jon claimed full possession over what should’ve rightfully been his; the inches buried between her legs.
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“Ah! Yes! Yes, Jon!” Laney cried out, her entire body coated in a sheen of perspiration. Her hips bucked upward, forcing Jon deeper into the hot, wet embrace only she could provide. Small tendrils of steam swirled from their intertwined bodies slick with sweat. An aria of obscene pleasure accompanied each forceful collision.
Watching them entwined from the doorway fueled Zach's lust, making his members weep with anticipation.
The devilish smile tugging at his lips brought forward a wicked thought. He was about to intrude but, not before setting some ground rules. Rules meant to assert his dominance in their marital bond—the unspoken contract they made before saying, "I provincial-possum.com do."
Gripping his hardness tightly, Zach imagined the sensation of finally possessing every crevice of his wife's body.
To impale her soft walls, making them his own once more.
He forced open the door with a loud creak, drawing gasps from the disheveled pair as they locked eyes with their invisible voyeur.
"Seeing as we're all here..." he murmured casually, oozing confidence and control with every syllable.
Laney's heavy-lidded gaze lingered on Zach, eyes glazingDMCA Notice over with curiosity.
Surprise and worry were absent from her face, something that unnerved him a bit. Was she used to this already? Being caught in the curse of their forbidden pleasures? He shook away that implication and focused on the task at hand.
Zach stepped forward deliberately, discarding his belt carelessly on the floor beside him. Jon's frame tensed, the grip on Laney tightening defensively. But Laney's eyes remained locked on her husband as if urging him on, egging him further.
Her heavy breaths made her enormous breasts rise and fall rapidly, contrasting the dreamy look in her eyes.
A carnal grin snaked up Zach's face as he watched Laney, looking both surrendering and inviting.
"You've been a bad girl, haven't you, baby?" Zach growled huskily in his wife's ear, his dominant tone making chills run down her spine. As Jon stilled, Zach reached forward and wrapped his fingers around the back of Jon's neck.
Their eyes met, locked in a silent challenge, as if silently communicating who would break first. It wasn't long before Jon relented, his head dropping in submission. Zach smirked at the victory.
"That's better."
Zach returned his attention to Laney, who lay beneath him, sprawled across their bed. His gaze roved over her luscious curves and bountiful assets, from her glistening inner thighs to her chest, rising and falling with rapid, eager breaths.
He studied the outline of her nipples straining against the thin material, her areolas puckered with anticipation.
Without a word, Zach snapped open his belt and began unzipping his slacks. Jon tensed once more, unsure where this turn of events might lead.
"Zach, what--?" Laney's hushed words hung in the air as she momentarily lost track of her breath.
"Shhh, enjoy this." He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply and passionately.
Laney opened her mouth automatically, accepting Zach's probing tongue as it explored hers desperately.
Slowly, incrementally, his hands dipped to knead her heaving breast, exploring her velvety skin until his thumb found its way to the sensitive bud straining to reach his seeking grasp.
A soft mewl broke free from Laney's lips, trapped in Zach's hungry mouth. He grew bold, slipping his hand between her thighs and cupping the warm wetness radiating from her depths. All the while, their audience of one remained transfixed, unsure as to what his place would be in this reconciled trio.
Jon watched with barely contained anxiety as Zach eased his hot, thick digit inside Laney's wetness, curling to find her vulnerable bundle of nerves.
She bore no hesitation, lifting her hips expectantly towards her husband's roving touch. An obscene moan tumbled from her throat, fueling Zach on with each involuntary convulsion her core rewarded him with.
"Fuck, Zach," Jon muttered under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from this near-violating encounter that was just shy of crossing a boundary not yet agreed on.
Zach met his gaze, arching an eyebrow challengingly. There was a new energy reverberating between these two ex-lovers turned rivals. It was clear now who commanded the reins in this perverse game of cat and mouse - and it was undoubtedly Zach at the helm.
The tension building between Zach and Jon amplified with every thrust, every sigh, and moan spilling from Laney's lips. In response to her husband's practiced touch, her body began betraying her traitorous desires, growing wetter.
It was true, she'd been a terrible partner for cheating on him, but nothing surpassed the high she derived from Zach's possessive grip and the deranged pleasure coursing through her veins.
Zach's hands left her for a brief moment as he shrugged off his pants and approached Jon; his eyes remained fixed on his target. He pressed his hard cock to Jon's side teasingly, making sure their unwilling guest understood his intentions.
Zach dragged his tongue slowly along his bottom lip, watching Laney through half-lidded eyes—eyes filled with an intensity that did not go unnoticed by either man in the room.
"Let's see how well you pleased my girl, shall we?" Zach whispered, a menacing tone sneaking into his voice.
Without further preamble, he hooked his arm under Jon's shoulder, spinning him against the plush, tan headboard. The impact jolted the previously sedate royalty-free background music posters.
The wall hung with a montage of memories from the married couple's past stared blankly at the writhing mass of flesh on full display.
"You fucking son of a bitch," Jon seethed through gritted teeth. Fear crawled into his stomach, inching towards his heart, threatening to suffocate it. How far would Zach go?
"Now, now, none of that," Zach warned, sounding almost reasonable over the extreme muffled screams penetrating the room.
He pinched Jon's chin, guiding his gaze toward Laney, whose body writhed wantonly on the unmade sheets. With enough force to bruise, Zach grabbed Jon's erect cock and pumped it firmly in his palm. It wasn't long before Jon threw his head back in pleasure, groaning—his resolve crumbling alongside any semblance of defense.
"Look at her," Zach demanded hoarsely, giving Jon's prick a rough jerk.
"Admit it, we both miss feasting on her like the depraved animals we are."
Jon, breathing heavily upon the headboard, pushed past his shock long enough to meet Zach's eyes and nod reluctantly. The shared primal yearning between the three lovers culminated and triggered a cascade of sensual energy.
Zach broke free from his torturous hold on Jon only to tackle Laney mercilessly. Her mouth welcomed his panting kisses and tender lips.
Their tongues wrestled hungrily, desperately needing more than just stolen kisses—each needing to draw life from the other. Zach left no corner unexplored or untasted.
The explosive chemistry between them had never waned, nor dimmed despite countless nights apart. Neither needed gentle strokes or whispers of love as respite from the storm brewing in their loins. Instead, they craved to hear every explicit command, desired every brutal act obliterated by reciprocated passion and want.
"Get on all fours, fucktoy," Zach demanded, releasing her lips.
Laney eagerly obeyed, her moan mixing with the slick sounds of her readying channel, gaping open, waiting vulnerably. His husky tone entered her ears, compelling her body to acquiesce despite being preoccupied with need, overwhelmed by pleasure that it affords her, zeppelin reeling from the raunchy situation presented to her.
The heat emanating from Jon's stationary figure became even more unbearable due to the proximity.
Zach looks over and Jon and says, " go ahead and show me what you were going to do to her before I walked in" and guided Jon towards Laney. Jon hesitated for a split second before moving closer, gripping her hips roughly. Laney lets out a low moan as Jon enters her from behind, hard and fast, causing the whole bed to shake.
Zach watches for a moment before deciding to join in, stepping forward and placing the collar around Laney's neck. "I'm in charge now," he says gruffly, and Laney's eyes light up with excitement at the prospect of submitting to him completely.
Jon continues to pound into Laney, but now Zach is right there, guiding the pace and intensity.
Their collective groans and moans fill the room, drowning out everything else. It's impossible to deny the electric connection between the three of them.
Zach takes control, pulling Laney's hair and whispering filthy commands into her ear. "You like that, don't you, slut? You love being fucked by both of us." Laney can only nod, too lost in pleasure to speak.
With one hand on Jon's hip, Zach urges him to go harder, faster.
And Jon complies, his grunts mingling with Laney's cries of ecstasy. Spittle flies from their lips, mixing with the sweat glossing their intertwined bodies.
Zach reaches underneath, finding Laney's swollen clit. His thumb circles relentlessly, applying pressure until her breath hitches, signaling her impending climax. Meanwhile, Jon's steady rhythm doesn't falter, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
His cock throbs inside of her, hitting her G-spot perfectly, driving her wild.
Zach leans down, taking Laney's swollen nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. He sucks hard, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
Jon reaches around, finding her clit with his thumb. He rubs firm circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Laney is sandwiched between them, overwhelmed by sensation. She feels herself teetering on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm.
Jon's thrusts become erratic, his moans grow louder, and he buries himself deep inside her. His cock twitches as he releases streams of hot cum within her welcoming warmth.
Zach pulls away from Laney's nipple, wiping his mouth. He gazes at their tangled forms lasciviously, reveling in the sight of his wife and her ex-husband spent and sated.
Then, with a wicked grin, he orders Jon to withdraw, exchanging places with him.
Jon steps away, dick hanging heavy and dripping with remnants of Laney’s arousal. Without missing a beat, Zach grabs her hips again, plunging his fingers into her slick folds. He then puts his fingers to her mouth and has her suck it off of them. "Such a good little whore for me," he murmurs approvingly, eyes dark with animalistic desire and total surrender to their mutual lusts. Zach continues to stroke his hard length while watching, mesmerized by the sight of his wife devouring Jon with such savage fervor on the marital bed. All three knew this wasn't about love or affection anymore. This was about raw, primitive power exchange; animalistic drives taking control in the most primeval way possible.
Zach's healthy seven inches stand rigid, pulsing with the need for satisfaction.
Veins bulge from the sides, sweat glistens on the smooth shaft, and the enlarged mushroom tip oozes precum. Laney's red-lipped mouth envelopes him completely, hollowing her cheeks as she eagerly bobs up and down, devouring the rock-hard length.
Jon watches, captivated, his hand unconsciously returning to his own half-erect penis, giving it lazy strokes as he observes the woman he used to call his own, worshipping another man's body.
A mix of jealousy and desire boils inside him. Despite what has happened between them, he cannot deny that Zach has always possessed a certain charm, an alpha male aura that draws people in. It seems to have worked on Laney, at least.
Zach, on the other hand, is in pure ecstasy. Watching Laney pleasure another man turns him on more than he ever thought possible. Seeing her lips stretched around Jon's girth, her eyes closed in bliss, her soft moans vibrating against his shaft - it's all incredibly arousing.
Zach grips the base of his cock, shuddering at the sensation of her expert tongue swirling around him.
He guides her head, controlling the pace as he fucks her mouth. Each time her lips reach the base of his cock, she hums with delight, sending ripples of pleasure straight to his balls. Her saliva drips down his length and pools at the base, making every withdrawal slick and easy.
Laney's hands cup Zach's balls, rolling them gently in her palms as she deep-throats him expertly. She gags slightly when he hits the back of her throat, but she doesn't stop, instead, she sucks harder, determined to bring him to the brink of orgasm.
Jon, unable to resist any longer, moves closer and starts fondling Laney's breasts. Her nipples are diamond-hard under his fingertips, and she moans uncontrollably around Zach's cock.
Zach growls low in his throat, his hands fisting in Laney's hair as he thrusts into her mouth.
Jon, meanwhile, tweaks her nipples, eliciting a muffled whimper from her. Her entire body trembles with need, desperate for release.
But Zach isn't done pushing her boundaries yet.
He pulls out of her mouth abruptly, leaving Laney gasping for breath. Then, without warning, he flips her onto her back and spreads her legs wide open. Her bare pussy glistens with wetness, a testament to her arousal.
Zach admires the sight for a moment before leaning down and burying his face between her legs. His tongue darts out, sampling her sweet honey, and she cries out, fisting the sheets as pleasure overwhelms her.
"Yes, yes!" she chants, urging him on. Her clit throbs beneath his skilled tongue, swollen and sensitive from the earlier session. Zach teases her entrance with a finger, circling it slowly before plunging inside. Laney gasps, arching her back as he finds that special spot inside her.
Her entire body quivers, a live wire of electricity zinging through every nerve ending.
Jon, still standing nearby, watches them with rapt attention. He's seen this sight before - years ago, in this very same room - but it never fails to leave him awestruck.
Zach's tongue works magic, flickering over her clit, then tracing a path down to her entrance where he teases with slow, deliberate licks. With each pass, Laney grows wetter, her thighs sticky with desire.
Zach adds a second finger, thrusting them inside her roughly. His thumb presses firmly against her clit, rubbing gentle circles as he fucks her with his fingers. Her back arches off the bed, toes curling as an orgasm builds within her.
But Zach isn't done yet. He stands, pulling Laney up with him. Her legs wrap around his waist, his cock pressed against her wet folds as they kiss hungrily. Without warning, he slams into her, filling her completely. Laney cries out, breaking the kiss as she struggles to adjust to his size.
Once she does, she grinds her hips against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal ferocity. Jon, now fully erect again, joins them, pressing his body against theirs from behind. His hands roam freely over Laney's curves, squeezing her breasts roughly before sliding lower to toy with her clit.
They form a synchronized rhythm, a dance as old as time itself. The room echoes with the wet sounds of their lovemaking, punctuated by harsh breaths and dirty words whispered into ears. With each thrust, Laney feels more alive than ever before.
Jon's hands on her body, pinching her nipples, add an extra layer of pleasure that sends waves of delight throughout her entire form.
Zach's fierce grip on her hips guides their movements, setting a punishing rhythm designed to drive them both insane with need. Every forceful push sends shockwaves through her, stoking the fire burning within her core.
"Harder," she begs, arching her back to take him deeper still. Her responsiveness fuels their hunger, leading to a frenzy of motion as they chase their release together.
Jon's hand continues working her clit while Zach pummels her pussy, grunting with effort with imginn every brutal thrust.
Laney feels herself losing control, a scream building in her throat as her orgasm nears. "Fuck, yes! Harder, goddamnit!" she yells, no longer concerned with niceties or imginn discretion.
Her words ignite a fire within Zach, who increases his speed, slamming into her with reckless abandon.
Each punishing stroke meets Jon's equally ruthless caresses on her clit, eliciting impassioned screams from Laney.
With a final, powerful thrust, Zach stills, buried to the hilt inside of his wife. He groans, emptying himself within her warmth. His climax triggers Laney's own, crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her vision whites out as ecstasy floods her veins, leaving her writhing and trembling between them.
Orgasmic bliss rocks her body, leaving her limp in their arms, vaguely aware of their seed coating her insides, marking ownership.
Zach slumps forward, breaths ragged against her shoulder, arms still holding her tight. Their chests rise and fall in unison, bodies sticky with sweat and sex.
Laney revels in the afterglow, basking in the satisfaction and sense of fulfillment only achieved through their unique connection.
She's overcome by a surge of gratitude for having two men who know her desires so intimately and cater to them so willingly. The orgasmic haze clears, and she peels her eyelids open lazily, surveying her surroundings.
Jon's gaze falls upon Laney, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions: carnal satisfaction, tenderness, and perhaps even an iota of regret. Regardless, he maintains his position, relishing the weight of her body pressed against his own.
A drop of sweat trickles down Zach's temple as he tries to regain control over his breathing, but it's impossible when Laney's breaths come out in hot puffs that ghost over the crook of his neck, sending tiny shivers down his spine.
"Fuck," Jon mutters under his breath, finally breaking the silence that had fallen heavy between the three of them.
He steps back and takes a seat on the plush carpet next to the wooden chest, which doubles as a decorative piece and storage for their shared cache of sex toys.
Jon swallows hard, trying to process the scene that played out before him.
"Jon," Laney calls softly, her voice laced with an apology.
She tries to move towards him, but Zach tightens his grip, a silent warning for her not to stray too far. His hand trails up her naked body, stopping just below her breast. The possessiveness of his grip is evident, even from where Jon sits.
Laney squirms in his embrace, desperate for release. But Zach's grip is steel, leaving no room for escape.
He loosens his grip and let's her go.
She gracefully slides off the bed, angling herself towards Jon, every curve and contour of her body gleaming under the soft glow. She extends a hand invitingly, a beguiling smile curving on her lips. Her eyes say it all: Take me if you dare, my lord.
She climbs on top of him slowly, guiding him in.
His breath catches as he fills her completely, her warmth surrounding him, drawing a low moan from deep within his chest. His hands grip her hips tightly, needing something solid to anchor him as she begins to grind against him, setting a maddening rhythm that steals his sanity one pulse at a time.
Her head falls back, exposing the delicate line of her throat, and her breasts bounce with each shift of her body. Zach leans forward, ready to just watch this time. Let her have some fun.
That was what Zach told himself, but as he watched Laney's full breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her thrusts on Jon's cock, it became increasingly difficult to stay detached. Jealousy knotted in his gut, though he couldn't deny the thrill it brought - witnessing Laney lose control and staring into Jon's eyes, seeing that mixture of awe and lust reflected back at him.
Watching the two of them entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, brought forth desires he couldn't ignore any longer.
Zach's gaze zeroed in on Laney's swaying breasts, a hypnotic rhythm with each roll of her hips.
His hand found its way to his already stiffening cock. It twitched in his grip as he began to stroke himself in time with their coupling, drawing a sharp intake of breath from both Laney and Jon when they realized what he was doing.
Undeterred, Zach let out a low growl, adding fuel to the fiery atmosphere. He stepped closer, close enough that Laney could feel the heat radiating off his body.
Jon didn't break eye contact as he started thrusting upward, causing Laney to whimper.
"Fuck, Laney," Jon muttered, his voice strained. "I missed this... I missed you."
His confession stirred something within her - guilt, longing, or maybe both. She leaned down and captured his lips in a searing kiss, pouring all her conflicting emotions into it.
Meanwhile, Zach had moved behind Laney, his hands still steady on his cock. He isn't joining in this time.
Instead, he watches them, mesmerized by Laney's unrestrained pleasure and the raw masculinity Jon exudes. Her moans grow louder with every stroke, her small hands clutching the rug beneath them. She grinds harder, riding Jon with wild abandon, while Zach matches her pace with his fist.
"Oh, god, yes!" she screams, her channel clenching around Jon's length as she topples over the edge. Her cum coats him, the proof of her satisfaction evidently visible.
Jon's expression morphs into one of pure rapture as Laney collapses onto his chest, her heartbeat thundering in her ears. The muscles of his abdomen contract in time with his quickened breath, a visual reminder that they are both still very much alive.
As they lay in each other's arms, reveling in their newly discovered dynamic, a scent permeates the room. It lingers in the air, filling every corner of the marital boudoir.
A mix of sweat, sex, and something taboo. If sin had a smell, this would be it-pungent, overwhelming, intoxicating. It coils around them, stringing them together in a tangled web of searing lust and forbidden pleasures. The scent further fuels their cravings, incinerating any remaining reservations.
Zach's grip on his cock tightens, matching the tempo of Laney and Jon's gasping breaths melding with the slick sounds of their bodies colliding-a symphony of raw human desire.
Laney then whispers in Jon's ear something crazy. "Get me pregnant again" she says in a lustful voice.
Jon stares at her, stunned. He pulls out of her, leaving her body bereft.
Laney gets off him, kneeling between his legs. She takes his deflating cock into her mouth and sucks him back to life. slobbering all over it. Her saliva coats everything, making it easier for him to slide back into her.
But this time, things are different. Jon grabs Laney's head and begins thrusting roughly, his hips pistoning relentlessly.
The sound of their flesh smacking against one another reverberates throughout the room, filling it with a primal energy that Zach can't help but be drawn to.
He watches as Laney's mouth stretches wide around Jon's girth, taking every inch in stride despite the obvious effort it requires. Her cheeks sink in and out with every pump, creating a vacuum seal that sends shivers up Jon's spine.
Desire courses through Zach's veins like liquid fire, uncoiling from deep within his core and spreading through every fiber of his being.
There's something inherently thrilling about watching another man pleasure his wife, about being part of a spectacle that transcends societal norms and ventures into uncharted territory. It's wrong, yes, but oh so right.
As Laney takes Jon back into her depths again, her hands find purchase on his sculpted chest, nails digging into taut skin as she urges him deeper. Each thrust jolts her breasts, sending ripples cascading across supple flesh.
Jon bucks wildly, gripping her shoulders as a storm brews within him.
From behind, Zach watches with growing arousal, his own cock once again throbbing painfully in response to the carnal display before him. He'd imagined this scenario many times since discovering Laney's affair, fantasizing about how he would react.
Now that it was happening, Zach felt a strange mix of jealousy, desire, and curiosity. What would it feel like to watch someone else claim Laney's body while knowing she belonged to him?
Zach wondered as he wrapped his fist around his rock-hard cock. He desperately wanted to find out. So he climbed onto the bed, kneeling alongside them. Laney shot him a questioning glance when she sensed his presence beside them but quickly returned her focus to Jon.
Zach positioned himself mere inches away from the pair, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. He guided his leaking cock towards Laney, letting her feel the warmth emanating from the swollen tip. Jon slowed his pace temporarily, allowing Laney to lick and stroke Zach's member.
The veins protruded like tree roots along the shaft, and pre-cum pearled at the tip. Laney hungrily swallowed it, moaning seductively as she sucked in earnest.
"Goddamn, baby," Jon growled, leaning back on his hands, thrusting upward into her welcoming wetness. "Take all of me."
Zach grunted in approval, reaching out to tangle his fingers in Laney's hair. He pulled her off his cock, whispering crude entreaties in her ear.
Laney complied willingly, straddling Jon and easing herself down onto him again. Her pussy welcomed him eagerly, swallowing him whole.
Zach watched entranced as she rode Jon, their bodies slapping together in a primal dance of passion and desire. He moved closer, teasing her swollen clit with light flicks of his tongue. Laney shivered, her moans growing louder.
Her pleasure fueled him, and soon he was feasting on her, licking, sucking, biting gently.
Zach loved how soft and warm her skin tasted, how she writhed underneath him, and how she moaned his name like a prayer. Each flick of his tongue against her sensitive nub made her want more.
Laney ground her hips against Zach's face, her breath hitching as an orgasm built up inside her. She grabbed onto the headboard, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. She threw her head back, screaming out in ecstasy as she came undone.
Zach lapped up every drop of her release, savoring the taste of her.
Once her moans subsided, he stood, towering over her and Jon. His cock twitched, still aching to join the party.
"Turn around, baby," Zach instructed in a husky tone. Laney obeyed instantly, giving Zach full view of her bare ass. Jon's dick slid out of her with a wet pop, leaving both men wanting more.
"Lean forward," Zach ordered. Laney bent over, placing her hands on Jon's knees. Her breasts hung heavily, nipples hard and begging for attention.
Jon, not missing a beat, reached up to play with them, tugging gently at first before pinching them between his fingers. Laney gasped, body jolting at the sudden pleasure-pain sensation coursing through her veins.
Zach wasted no time either. Standing directly behind Laney, his cock brushed against her swollen lips. He took himself in hand, rubbing the engorged head against her wetness, eliciting a low moan from her. Laney pushed back, trying to guide him inside, but Zach chuckled darkly and started teasing her entrance.