Chapter 5

Quivina’s words hung in the humid air, a challenge and a promise. Her fingers, still tracing the vein on his shaft buried inside her sister-in-law, were a brand. Osa shuddered beneath him, her body clenching reflexively around his semi-hard cock at the sheer depravity of the suggestion.

“Again?” Adunbi’s voice was a ragged scrape. His muscles screamed with exhaustion, but a deeper, more primal part of him stirred. The feel of Osa’s impossibly slick heat, the possessive grip of her well-fucked pussy, the visual of Quivina’s slickness shining on Osa’s chin—it was fuel on a dying fire.

“Yes, again,” Quivina purred, her dominance absolute. She shifted her weight, a sleek panther moving its prey. “But not like this. I want to see everything. Osa, my gorgeous girl, up. On your knees. On top of him.”

She helped guide Osa’s trembling form. Adunbi, with a groan that was equal parts effort and anticipation, slowly withdrew from Osa’s clasping warmth. A thick, obscene gush of his spend followed his exit, painting her inner thighs and the desk with a glistening, white trail. The sight made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

Quivina guided Osa to straddle Adunbi’s hips as he lay back against the cool wood. Osa moved with a dazed, sensual grace, her body a symphony of ripe curves outlined in the low light. She positioned herself above him, her knees framing his waist, her back to his chest. Reverse cowgirl. The view was breathtaking. The elegant line of her spine dipped into the deep, shadowed valley of her lower back, which then curved out into the magnificent, full swell of her ass. Her cheeks were round and heavy, still flushed from his earlier attentions. Between them, he had an unimpeded view of her glistening, swollen sex, her puffy labia parted and dripping his cum, and just below, the tight, clenching furl of her asshole.