"There's room for more." Connor stood and stepped out of the way.
"This day just keeps getting better." Riley undid the front of his jeans and pulled his cock out. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped, thickening it, while keeping the tip pointing at me.
"Sit forward. Yeah, just like that." He brought the head of his cock closer to my breasts, rubbing the slit around them and over my nipples. Leaving a trail of pre-cum on my skin.
"We're all artists today," Connor said. "I don't mean bullshit artists."
Riley and I both choked out laughs.
"That's a matter of opinion," I said.
"Just for that." Riley grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock against my lips. "Open up."
When I opened my mouth, he shoved his cock inside, all the way to the back of my throat. "That's the best way to shut up a smart mouth. Right, Con?"
"She looks good with your dick down her throat," Connor said.
Riley regarded me. "She really does." Holding my head, he fucked my mouth harder, making me gag over and over before he pulled out and came over my breasts. Leaving a string of cum from one nipple to the other.
"She looks good like that too." Connor looked satisfied. He held up his phone. "I'm not going to show this to anyone," he said before taking another photo of me.
"You better not," I growled. This wasn't something I needed the whole world to see.
Connor just smiled and tucked his phone away.
31
LEAH
"Thanks for having me over."I tucked a few strands of still-damp hair behind my ear. With any luck, Fiona would assume I had a shower before walking over to her place for dinner. Not that I washed to clean cum off my hair and body.
"We should have had you over sooner, right Sarah?" She smiled at her daughter, who sat on the floor, a colouring book open in front of her.
"Right," Sarah said without glancing up. Her attention was all on getting the green pencil inside the lines.
"She's very focused." Fiona slid an oven mitt off the oven handle and opened it to peek inside. "It's almost ready. I hope you like quiche." Homemade bread rolls were cooling on a rack beside the stove.
The smell was making my mouth water. "I love quiche."
"Grandma and Grandpa once gave me a birthday card that said hogs and quiches on it," Sarah said. "It was funny."
I'd seen cards with the play on the words 'hugs' and 'kisses' before, but I couldn't contain a smile at the expression on her face.
"That's hilarious," I said.
"It is. It had pigs and quiches on it. You know what else would have been funny?" Her eyes widened. "Bacon."
"Maybe the quiche had bacon in it," I suggested.
She tilted her head, thinking that over. "It might. Then it would be hogs, hogs and quiches." She grinned.
I laughed. "I guess it would." Apparently she didn't have a problem with where bacon actually came from. I'd known people who seemed to think it only came from the grocery store. Growing up in a place like this, and enjoying fishing, she'd have had a better understanding of the origins of food.
She pushed herself up to her feet, ran over to her mother and gave her two hugs and a kiss on the cheek. "Hogs, hogs and quiches."
Fiona hugged her back. "Welcome to my crazy life," she laughed.
I smiled softly. My mother and I never had a relationship like Fiona and Sarah did. Seeing it now made me realise even more acutely what I missed out on. If I ever had kids, I'd want them to grow up like this. Happy, content and accepted. Loved.
