MIA

“Fuck, look at her,” the blond murmured. “Even better up close.”

Jake reached out first. His large hand cupped my left breast, thumb brushing over my nipple in a slow, deliberate circle. I gasped sharply, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight down. “S-stop… please, I’m a good girl,” I breathed, but my back arched into his touch anyway. My body was already betraying me, hips shifting restlessly.

“Good girls can still feel good,” Jake whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed my ear. His breath was hot. “You came back, didn’t you? Wearing even less this time. That pretty little pussy’s been thinking about us, hasn’t it?”

I whimpered....