His, Hers & His
an M/F/M Menage
Naked. Rory was already naked. He lay on his side, broad shoulders, narrow hips, lean thighs all lightly dusted with hair. More body hair than Brede. Then she stared. "Your nipple is pierced." Her voice sounded strangled.
"Uh huh," he said, his finger flicking the little gold ring up and down.
"Did it hurt?" she asked in a whisper.
"Uh huh." He smiled conspiratorially.
"Does it hurt now?"
"Only when someone…" He tugged the ring sharply. "Does this." He twisted it. "Or this," he whispered sensuously.
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