Scott stayed quiet, but when I leaned over to refill his glass his hand brushed the inside of my thigh, right where the cum was dripping. He didn’t say anything, but his fingers pressed there for a second, feeling how wet and messy I was. My pussy clenched hard at the touch.

I wasn’t watching the cards. My mind was spinning. My ass felt open and used, still slowly pushing out Ryan’s cum. My pussy was aching, empty, throbbing with how turned on I still was. I kept thinking about Scott — quiet Scott — and what he might do when he won. Would he want my mouth? My pussy?...