Helen's POV

He was breathing heavily with the movement of his chest. I thought I could see a glimpse of fear or shame on his face after what we had just witnessed. But the lust and fire within his eyes were so strong that it had covered other emotions in it.

“It’s cold outside. You better come inside to get some warmth.” Roscoe muttered in a commanding voice.

With his cock hanging in the air, Mortel walked inside our tent without hesitation. I remained on my knees as their cocks hung in front of me.

“Clean his cock,” Roscoe ordered.

I turned to Mortel and saw him gulp for a...