By nightfall, Stilesβs body was already sore from their endless teasing. Her nipples were raw from pinching, her pussy still aching from the cucumber, her ass wet from Β Β Peterβs tongue. But the men werenβt done.
Β Β Derek leaned against the bedroom doorframe, arms crossed, smirking. βBedtime, widow. On the sheets. Naked. Spread out.β













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