Logan rubbed the head of his cock slowly across my lips, spreading his pre-cum over them like gloss. It was warm and slick. I could taste the salt of him. He did it again, dragging the fat head back and forth until my lips were shiny and wet with nothing but him.

“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Jake muttered from beside the couch, one hand now openly rubbing his own cock through his jeans. “Look at her mouth all shiny with your cum, Logan.”

Marcus had moved to the other side, standing where he could see everything—my face, my tits, Tyler’s mouth working between my legs. “She looks good like this,” he...