She could see a black hand holding Felicity’s butt cheeks open, which allowed her a clear view of Felicity’s asshole. “Slowly,” Felicity warned him while her body shook along with her friend’s thrusts. He slammed his pelvis against hers and arched his spine back letting out a low grunt. She could smell the sex. She had felt terribly adventurous, slutty even, when she had engaged in what she considered kinkier activities. She wondered if the reason she hadn’t had more sex were her looks… Sara thought of herself as mostly average looking. “Fuck…” Sara muttered, clutching Viv’s shirt tightly. For a minute all 3 of them were still, both Felicity and the black guy in deep concentration. Felicity’s hand found its way to the buff guy’s penis. Her eyes were shut tight, her brows furrowed forming a peak in the center of her forehead, her cheeks blushing bright red, and her mouth wide in a smile of pure joy. The second she stood up, her eyes locked with Sara’s for the shortest second. From what she could
