192. We have a loser
"Aagg… Rose, it's not fair for you to suck me like that... move on to Maell... damn it " Niall was in agony.
His hips moved non-stop, thrusting inside the delicious mouth of his mate who was sucking him into consciousness.
Beside him, Maell grunted as the hand of their female worked him up and down, in a tight fist around his penis, drawing out all his juice.
Both were sweating, their tattooed muscles rippling and tense, grunting and moaning, standing side by side, looking down as Rose knelt be