The guy at the back of the chain slapped the ass he was buried in with a sharp crack, the effect making the whole line surge forward harder, faster, drawing a chorus of moans that vibrated through the air. The brunette locked her gaze onto mine, her eyes dark and daring with mischief as she deep-throated the cock in front of her until her nose pressed against his groin.

Heat flooded my face, burning my chest and settling in my core. My clit throbbed with every wet slap, every grunt, every glimpse of sweaty skin. I squeezed my thighs together, seeking pressure, but it only sharpened the ache, making my...