My mouth went dry. My pussy went wet.
I heard the door open again. Footsteps—three sets. Heavy breathing. A low whistle.
“Fuck, Ethan. She’s really here.”
“On her knees already. Damn.”
“Blindfold’s a nice touch.”
Ethan’s hand cupped the back of my head—gentle but firm. “Open.”
I parted my lips.
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