Page 49 of Savage Daddies

I lower her leg. “Darling, are you?—?”

“I’m OK.VeryOK.” She pins her leg back onto my shoulder and scoots her ass further down the counter. “Continue. Please.”

Bullwhip removes the rest of her dress.

Now she’s in nothing but heels and panties.

Red lace.

“You wear these everyday, darlin’?” Wrangler crawls his hand up to where they sit on her hip and slides a finger underneath the material. “Or just on special occasions?”

“It’s the only part of the outfit that makes me feel likeme.”

“Hmph.” Bullwhip teases the other side, giant finger grazing against red lace. “In that case, maybe we should leave them on.”

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

That’s when Bullwhip rips them off and tosses them out into the restroom somewhere.

“Now.” He dips between her thighs. Spreads them.

Oh, to land my eyes on her tight pussy again.

Wrangler and I spread her legs even wider and watch the area unfold like a pretty pink flower. At the sight, I choke a groan, my cock fully erect. It’s the hardest it’s ever fucking been in my entire thirty-six years of living.

Wrangler runs a finger up her slit, buttering her in her own wetness.

Zoe’s moans build in volume.

“Sweetheart.” Bullwhip strokes the pad of his thumb over her inner thigh. “We’re trying to be quiet. We don’t want anybody to hear us.”

The foggy eyes and limp body suggest she’s currently too turned on to be quiet.

Joining Wrangler, I slide my finger between her folds too. Then, I plunge one in.

“AH!” The cry echoes around the empty bathroom.

Bullwhip secures a palm over her mouth. “Shhhh, darling.”

Her body trembles.

And then Wrangler locates her clit, circling the pink nub gently with a fingertip.

I watch intently, mouth salivating.

Dinner time, I think.

I lower myself between her legs, and the other two keep her propped up. “Try to be quiet, sweetheart,” I instruct before diving in to French-kiss her second pair of lips. Wetness drizzles out of her, the honeyed taste glossing over my lips.

Bullwhip massages her breasts.

Wrangler keeps her steady as her body begins to spasm. “Good girl.” His hands glide around her hips. “Keep nice and quiet for us.”

My pulse drums thick in my throat.

Doesn’t life sometimes unfold in the strangest ways?

Zoe was my top Shakespeare student, and now I’m burying my head between her thighs hoping for her pussy to suffocate me.

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