She stepped out of them, suddenly a little shy. Now that she’d accepted these men would be with her for the rest of her life, it was nerve-wracking to stand before them naked. What if they didn’t like what they saw? What if she wasn’t the type of woman they were normally attracted to? Those thoughts fled as Preston urged her onto Lance’s lap. Her legs were spread on either side of him, her already wet pussy open and close enough to his cock that her lower body clenched. She smiled tentatively at Lance, resting her hands on the smooth skin of his muscled shoulders. Lance wasted no time taking advantage of his unbound hands. He pinched one nipple, while his other hand ventured into the wet folds of her sex. Carly grasped his arms tighter, shivering at the first jolts of pleasure produced by his finger brushing her clit. “Hold Carly still, Lance.” Lance’s hand slid from her pussy and she whimpered at the loss.
