Lily’s pov

“You ordered the extra spicy wings on purpose just to watch me burn my mouth,” I say while I sit cross-legged on the old couch in the back office, naked except for the open flannel shirt Jack threw at me earlier.

Grease stains still mark my thighs and the fresh cum from the last round is slowly drying between them.

The takeout boxes sit open on the desk and two cold beers sweat on the floor beside us. It is eight o’clock and the locked garage feels like our private filthy world.

Jack leans back against the arm of the couch in nothing but his jeans, zipper still...