Wren’s POV

Callum is on top of me before I can blink. His cock slides inside me and I gasp as I wrap my legs around his waist,

He starts to thrust, his hips grinding deep while the fire paints his broad shoulders in moving orange.

I lock my legs tighter around his waist, and pull him closer. He kisses me roughly, and the whole position feels very intimate.

He pulls out and before the emptiness registers, Nash flips me over, face down on the sleeping bag, ass in the air. He enters me from behind through four loads of cum and the wet, filthy sound of it makes Brody...