Ryker came back around, phone in hand, filming close. “Fuck, look at that. She’s clenching around your finger.”

Victor added a second one. Stretching me. Pumping slow and deep while his thumb found my clit. I was moaning now, loud and shameless, riding his hand on his lap. My tits bounced with every movement. Ryker zoomed in on them, then on where his dad’s fingers disappeared inside me.

I was close already. Embarrassingly close.

Victor felt it. He slowed down, teasing. “Not yet, baby. You don’t come until we say.”

He pulled his fingers out. I whimpered at the loss. He brought them to my lips again and I sucked...