Chapter 32: Comrades, Part 1

Michael

I tug at the nipple, deliberately roughly, and her lips parting, she quivers, her scent suddenly billowing up around me. My cock’s twitching awake again and I pluck at the other nipple, rolling it to hardness between thumb and forefinger.

“Come on,” I say, “let me hear you.” And I twist sharply.

And now she cries out, hips bucking, and it’s not a cry of pain, but of arousal. To the other side, James is watching, his eyes, following her every movement as she slides fingers deliciously over my cockhead. Balls tightening as she fingers me….

…. just as well I’m about fucked out….

…. or I’d shoot off right now….