He motioned at Sven and Baen. “Whatever you say, Sir.”
Miranda looked at her husband with pleading eyes, but there wasn’t much left to say. The captured bodyguard’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed frantically, taking each of the combined men’s loads down his throat. Her pungent aroma clung to the fluids dribbling down Matthew’s chin even now. Until Radic comes in your worthless pussy, you can make yourself useful and suck my balls. Then she felt it—thick spurts of cum bathing the insides of her snatch as Radic growled his release. Shame reddened her cheeks. About to join you,” Baen shouted, groaning like a dying beast as he threw his hips forward, his cock lancing deep into the gorgeous brunette’s sloppy-slick folds. He kept slurping at Miranda’s pussy until it glistened only with his saliva and her slowly gathering juices.
