Page 27 of Sinful Promises

Horror crawled through my brain like a dark stain. Ever since I’d learned what a daisy chain was, I’d been avoiding it like dog shit.

Jonas glided his hands on either side of my waist, and he was so soft and gentle that my crazy thoughts slammed from one opposing thought to the next.

Calm down. We are just putting mud on each other, for fuck’s sake.

I’m touching a woman, for fuck’s sake.

Oh, God.

I swear if this gets any kinkier, I’m going to run out that door and keep on going until I flop onto my bed, still covered in mud.

Daisy! Calm down. Breathe.

Next second, Rebecca turned around. Her smile was positively glowing. “Here you go.” She grabbed a blob of mud and began rubbing it onto my boobs. That damn breath trapped in my throat. I froze—literally could not move my hands, my feet. Even my jaw was wedged open.

Smiling like a sneaky assassin, Rebecca remained as calm as a therapist as she rubbed the mud over my breasts.

It’s okay. It’s just mud. Nothing sexual.

Yeah. But it was a fucking woman who was putting on the mud.

Maybe I shouldn’t have had the extra Jägertea?

It’s just a beauty treatment.

That’s right! Zali has probably done this to hundreds of boobs.

My mind was running rampant as my melons were being treated to the most sensual rubbing they’d ever had. Rebecca was as delicate as a butterfly, curling her fingers around my breasts and even lifting them one by one to cover that area beneath that never saw daylight.

“My turn.” Rebecca pulled her shoulders back and pushed her boobs at me.

“Oh.” Fucking oh. My. God. I swallowed so loud I heard it and maybe Rebecca did too, because she grabbed a blob of mud from my bowl and put it in my hand.

“Come on.”

With my heart hitting a million beats an hour, I spread mud across the top of her breasts. Her boobs were soft and squishy, just like mine. I swear I didn’t breathe again until her breasts were completely black.

“Okay, Jonas, your turn,” Rebecca said.

“’Bout time.” He stepped forward, wedging himself between the two of us, facing me. His cock was up, pointing right at me, and my eyes just about bulged out of my head.

Holyyyyyy fuck.

He sure was happy to see me.

My pussy throbbed out a heady beat.

Breathe. Just breathe.

With trembling fingers, I started at his shoulders and worked my way over his chest and down his waist. When I reached his belly button, he pulled his cock to the side.

Fuck me.

No, no. Don’t fuck me.

But faaaark.

My heart was pounding so hard it was a miracle I didn’t topple over. I smoothed the mud around his belly button and over that glorious ‘V’ muscle that I’d never known existed until a few months ago.

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