Dating : Nothing compares to being the center of attention.

Nothing compares to being the center of attention.

Watching Dixon move between my thighs, I was already wet with anticipation of the attention of his tongue. I moved my fingers through Carter’s hair and guided his mouth to my breast. My nipple hardened under the heat of his mouth. Devon knelt beside us. He tilted my chin up, and I opened my mouth, welcoming his cock.

The three of them never ceased to amaze me. They licked, stroked, nibbled, and caressed my body, intent on giving me as much pleasure as possible. I wondered if there was a limit to how much a woman could endure.

One orgasm was never enough. Not for me. Not for them.