Page 44 of Filthy Puckers

Kane

Fine. My turn. You want to know what I want?

GlowStick

Always

Harry

We’re listening.

Breadstick

Careful. You might get it.

Kane

The rink is empty except for the four of us.

GlowStick

Go on . . .

Kane

I want GlowStick between my legs, his tongue in my pussy while the ice bites my skin

GlowStick

Fuck . . .

Kane

I want Harry behind me, his hands on my waist, fucking me hard, every thrust making my nipples tighten

Harry

Jesus

Kane

And I want Breadstick in front of me, one hand in my hair, the other around my throat, while his cock slides past my lips. I want him whispering in my ear to take it, to be good

Breadstick

Baby, you have no idea what you’re unleashing

Kane

Yes I do. I want the cold. And I want the three of you to use me for your pleasure

GlowStick

You’re gonna get it

Harry

You keep talking like this and we won’t be able to hold off