After they all jerked off frantic in their separate corners—pants shoved down hasty around ankles, fists pumping desperate and slick to Emily's heat-fuelled feed still searing brains raw, grunts echoing private as loads spilled hot.
They were feeling like horny teenagers who had just seen a pussy for the first time in their life.
"I feel like teenager," Hellen whispered.
"We all do!" Reyes snarled.
They quickly changed into spare clothes pulled from Ivory's trunk stash for bloody ops or stakeouts gone sideways, the three alphas regrouped by the black SUV tense, dishevelled, and post-nut glowering.
"Where the hell did you even dig up these clothes—seriously?" Reyes asked irritated sharp, tugging hard at the tight black tactical shirt hugging her frame way too snug across her chest and broad shoulders, seams straining taut with every breath. "There's nothing good about it at all—it's squeezing me like a full-body vice grip!"
