Chapter 57 Eyes of a Traitor

• “She’s milking me raw!” Racer cried. Gripping my hips as I held him in while he tried to pull out and go back in. “She’s so tight.”
• “Everything about you!” Hunter joined them in. Palming my breasts against his chest and rolling them to catch my budded nipples between his fingers. Tugging them as he came. A long drawn-our moan telling me he too was spent.
• I could feel their heat. The tautness of their bodies. The sounds of their pleasure and knew they were mine.