She wasn't lying. Every time Kayla's ass ground against me, the head of my cock would snag against her skin, sending a jolt of electricity through my spine. I was trapped in a whirlwind of lace, silk, and soft skin. Jasmine moved to my left, her corset pushing her tits so high they were practically a shelf. She took my hand and pressed it against her heartbeat, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that promised fire.
"Mendy, don't just sit there," Tessa called out, looking over at the bed. "Come show our guest of honor some love. Don't be shy now."
Encouraged by the girls, Mendy crawled toward the edge of the bed. She looked hesitant at first, but as she saw the way I was being worshipped, a spark of hunger returned to her eyes. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my knee before she leaned in to join the fray, her lips finding the skin of my neck while Kayla continued her relentless, grinding assault on my lap.
