CHAPTER 70 - Amy

Henry unlocked the belt holding my wrists together, and then he flipped me onto my knees. I gasped when I looked up to see Brad’ long cock exposed and dripping with need. I stared at it longingly. His body was a little thinner than Henry’s, who resembled a professional athlete. Brad looked more like a runner, with whipcord strength and tight muscles.

Henry pushed my thighs apart and for a moment I thought he was actually going to fuck me. I couldn’t even tell you how much...