Three men have been inside me one after the other, feeling their bodies, sweating, groaning, moaning their hot skin rubbing up against mine, their eyes on me, all over me along with their hands, fingers, erections.

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Three men have been inside me one after the other, feeling their bodies, sweating, groaning, moaning their hot skin rubbing up against mine, their eyes on me, all over me along with their hands, fingers, erections.