Lila’s POV;

I worked him slow—bobbing—spit running down my chin—then switched back to Connor—alternating between them while they kept talking like it was normal.

My jaw started to ache—pleasant burn—spit dripping onto my tits, soaking the front of the sundress.

Connor’s hand found my hair—guided me deeper onto Derek—held me there while I gagged softly.

“Good girl,” he murmured above the table.

Derek chuckled, “Look how eager she is.”

They let me work them for long minutes—switching, stroking, sucking—until both cocks were slick and throbbing.

Then Connor reached down—gripped my arm—pulled me out from under the table.

“Up,” he said.

They lifted me together—strong hands under my thighs—set me on...