But I didn’t want to.

“I want you,” I whispered. “Both of you. I got myself stuck on purpose because I’ve been dying to feel you touch me. I’m so wet thinking about it. Please… don’t stop.”

Mason groaned. “Hear that? She’s begging.”

Ethan’s fingers traced the damp lace, pressing it between my folds. “This thong is useless. Let’s get it out of the way.”

Together they hooked their fingers under the strings and peeled it down slowly, the lace dragging over my clit before they tugged it to mid-thigh. I was completely bare now, pussy glistening, asshole exposed.

“Spread her,” Ethan said.

Mason’s strong hands gripped my cheeks and...