My body ached and my toes curled, and I clung to the mat­tress to avoid fall­ing over and right into my vomit. The ta­ble was cold and not com­fort­able to lie on, but I wouldn’t care about all that once we con­tin­ued to openly have fun in Ta­bor’s bar.

He wasn’t push­ing too hard at first, but once his tip slid in­side of me, he thrusted his hips for­ward un­til his shaft dis­ap­peared.A moan es­caped me when I felt the warmth in­side of me and drip­ping down my in­ner thighs, and Archer groaned, emp­ty­ing him­self. Just the thought of it made me want to throw up the first time he talked about it, but know­ing how much it turned him on, I had let him do just that once be­fore. I nod­ded, but we both knew that wouldn’t hap­pen. I’d be in deep ec­stasy the sec­ond they were both in me, and I wouldn’t come out of it for a while. No sabes que eso no se hace? 🙄 me da mucha risa como esta historia acaba con un final feliz para todos los involucrados 🥴.

Sin­clair hes­i­tated, and though she trusted me, there was fear in her eyes. “Am I safe? I mean…am I safe here?” They were be­ing re­spect­ful to­ward me. They waited for me to give them the okay to go for it. To show my woman some af­fec­tion. What else is there? Any more I should know about you?” Sin­clair asked, grasp­ing my at­ten­tion again. Then her eyes met mine, and I gave her a gen­tle smile, hop­ing I wasn’t mak­ing her ner­vous or scared.I climbed over the cen­ter con­sole to strad­dle his lap, and he helped me set­tle by plac­ing both his hands on my waist. I smiled and moaned again as Ford’s fin­gers dug deeper into me. “Sure would be a shame to never see her again af­ter this,” Ta­bor drawled be­fore tak­ing a sip of his whiskey. “She’s sweet as sin.” I helped her sit up on the ta­ble, and once Ta­bor stepped away from her, the oth­ers did too. I pulled her to me, lift­ing her, and wrap­ping her legs around my waist.

Archer was fifty-three, ex­actly thirty years older than me, and that age gap turned me on a whole damn lot. My chest rose and fell with his hand still cup­ping my tit, and when he used his fore­fin­ger to point at one of the guys, I fol­lowed it to see who Ta­bor was.

Smirk­ing, I pressed an­other kiss to her lips be­fore stand­ing up straight again. “We’ll see about that.” I loved how dirty they were, and how open I was to these things. There def­i­nitely weren’t many peo­ple who would let this hap­pen to them, but I didn’t care for oth­ers.