Jeff, My FWB, And His Husband
Rooftop Reversal: Topping Paul While Jeff Watches
After that mind-blowing threesome with Mike, Jeff and I slipped back into our familiar rhythm: stolen afternoons of raw, greedy sex on the rooftop, the rough weave of the outdoor rug biting into my knees, his thick cock stretching me open while distant traffic and seabirds formed a constant low hum below us. But the air had thickened with something new. In the languid, sweat-slick minutes after we came, when our breathing...