The heat in the air is thick, the smell of ripe sex even thicker as Kara wipes her orgasm from my bare chest.

"So, now what should we do?" she teases me, rubbing circles around a tight nipple with the soft fabric.

"I'm game for anything," I say, looking toward Jason and then down at the hard-as-nails cock stretching up from his lap, watering my mouth.

"Careful what you wish for Becca," he warns, sending a lusty shiver up my body, "the word anything opens up a wide array around this house."

"He's joking, but I think I know what you have in mind," Kara says, setting the towel aside...