I couldn’t make out what he wrote, but I loved the sensation. Dominant and strict, sure, but gentle when it mattered. Anal porn Hungry. “Please fuck me. But then Jack spoke. Jack dropped to his knees before me. I tepidly tiptoed down the hall, breathing heavily as I approached room 804. Not just Jack. “Tonight, we’re going to be our true selves. “Do you think she’s ready?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Scott?”
“Toss up.”
Jack looked around the room, deep in thought. I never quite understood what he saw in me. Dimmed lights. “Probably, yes.”
“Seriously?” asked Scott. I stuck my ass up, pressing my face into the carpet. “Probably, yes.”
“Seriously?” asked Scott. But here, taught against my skin, it covered nothing. Chopin, maybe. My breathing intensified. Aaron plugged my open asshole. Jack dropped to his knees before me. Aaron plugged my open asshole. He was a thinner man, sinewy and defined in a tight t-shirt. There was a tenderness in my arms, in my thighs. He might have been a lifeguard in his youth. “Excuse me?”
“Huh?”
“Forgetting something?”
He held back the glass of wine and looked me dead in the eye, disappointed.
