Chapter 12
Scott’s hands were rough with calluses, his grip almost bruising. He kneaded Adam’s sac, slipping a thumb down the crack of his ass in order to seek out his hole. Adam jumped at the initial contact, but Sasha’s mouth fused to his, stealing any cries he might have made at the welcome intrusion. Her hand slid down his stomach, and she trapped the root of his cock between her index and middle fingers, holding him in place for Scott to swallow down.
His lips felt swollen when she finally broke away for air. Hers looked more so.
“Fuck his face,” she said. “He really is a slut for it, and it’s been too long since he’s had a good mouthful like yours.”