My mouth went dry. My pussy went wet.

I heard the door open again. Footsteps—three sets. Heavy breathing. A low whistle.

“Fuck, Ethan. She’s really here.”

“On her knees already. Damn.”

“Blindfold’s a nice touch.”

Ethan’s hand cupped the back of my head—gentle but firm. “Open.”

I parted my lips.

The first cock brushed my tongue—thick, heavy, already leaking. Salty precum coated my taste buds. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucked slow. He groaned—deep, rough. Not Ethan’s voice. This one was broader, rougher around the edges.

I took him deeper. Throat relaxing from practice, from want. My jaw stretched. Spit gathered at the corners of my mouth, dripped...