Mateo was already shoving his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free—long, dark, thick as my wrist, the head already shiny with precum. He stroked it slowly while watching Cameron finger-fuck me on the leg press, two thick digits pumping in and out of my cunt with wet, obscene sounds.

“Look at her,” Mateo said softly. “She’s gone already. Eyes all glassy. Pussy gripping his fingers like it never wants to let go.”

Cameron pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. “Taste how wet you are for your brother’s friends.”

I sucked. I couldn’t help it. The taste of myself mixed with the salt of his skin made...