Two pairs of eyes watched the reflection as she resumed his torture with hard strokes. They sat down side by side, Flynn’s thighs spread, inviting her hand. She let his cock go and Flynn got up, grabbed the comforter and tossed it on the floor. The full-length was still leaning against the wall from the last time they’d used it. Laurel looked to the floor in front of the bed. She tightened her fist and upped the pace.
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