Chapter 142 Sable

• Trystan pushes me gently back onto the mattress and takes over the job of undressing me, peeling my pants and panties down my legs before tossing them away. Then he hooks my legs under the knees and drags me a little closer to him, lifting my ass off the bed a little as the tip of his cock grazes my soaked entrance.
• “This is what you want, Sable?” he asks, his voice both teasing and loaded with desire. “You want my cock?” He jerks his chin at Archer and Dare, who have settled on their knees on either side of us, fisting their hard lengths. “You want their cocks?”
• “Yes,” I whisper, my hips gyrating a little as I arch my back, desperate to feel Trystan slide into me. “I want all of you.”