One, two, three Part III
“Let me join you guys,” Dylan whispered as he walked behind me. His sultry lips pressed onto my cheek. He traveled down to my neck and to my bare back. His firm hand clutched my thigh, while my hips were kneaded by Dyvan’s hands to his satisfaction. I pushed myself off them. I saw a long, clear string of saliva because we had kissed for too long.
I saw desire in the eyes of the prideful man.
I ran my hands over his chest and stopped before touching the hem of his swimming trunks. Dyvan licked his lips when I tilted my head backward for Dylan to bury his face into the crook of my neck. It was satisfying to see his aroused expression—to the point that I took on the persona of an evil succubus and seductively told them…