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DAY 16

Ethan snuck out of his room at two past six AM. He didn’t actually need to be cautious, as he wasn’t doing anything wrong at all yet. In fact, he had even been invited to do this. He moved past Emma’s door to Aya’s and instinctively raised his hand to knock. No. He didn’t need to. Aya had told him she would leave her door unlocked. She wanted him to just come in, he was sure. So that is what he did. Ethan slowly pushed the door open and looked into the girl’s room. The night wasn’t pitch black anymore as morning was approaching, but Aya’s blinds kept most of the emerging light out. Ethan could make out her bed and a shape under the white covers. This shape moved around in reaction to the noise he had made while opening the door, stepping into the room and closing the door again. Aya let out a sound as well, but Ethan couldn’t figure out if it had been meant to be a word to begin with. He took off his shirt with one hand, leaving him in nothing but his boxers and joined Aya in her bed. She was positioned with her back to him, so Ethan moved his cold skin up against her. She shivered. His lips against her shoulder, his chest against her back, his crotch against her ass and his hand on her stomach. All she had on was a pair of panties, nothing more.

‘Good morning,’ murmured. Ethan barely understood what she had said.

‘Good morning,’ he replied as Aya pushed her ass into his already swelling dick.

His meat pressed into her cheek ever so slightly. Ethan’s hand moved up to her tits instantly and pinched her nipple. He normally wouldn’t have acted this fast, but he had told himself he wouldn’t be holding back. If he wanted to do something, he’d do it. He wanted to grab her tits, so he did.

‘Mhm,’ she approved. Her hand went to verify what her ass cheeks had already confirmed. He was hard. Even through the boxers it was abundantly clear. Mirroring Ethan’s lack of restraint, she fished his rod out of his underwear and started stroking it behind her back. Her grip was tight and her movements slow and deliberate.

‘I can’t wait,’ she mumbled. Her speech was already much clearer.

‘It’ll be in your mouth soon,’ Ethan whispered.

Aya turned around to face him. There was a sparkle in her eyes.

‘Where did this Ethan suddenly come from?’

He replied by sliding a hand down her tight stomach into her panties. He spread her folds to facilitate his entrance.

‘Shut up,’ he commanded as he toyed with her already slick pussy.

Wet sounds filled the morning air.

Aya leaned in to kiss him. She didn’t break contact for over a minute. Their lips moved in unison. Ethan rolled over onto his back and removed the cover, exposing both his hard-on and Aya’s bare tight body. Her perky tits begged for attention but were outclassed by her young pussy. He was going to fuck the shit out of it, out of her.

‘Suck it,’ he commanded.

He half-expected Aya to resist, or to at least talk back to him. There was none of that.

‘Yes, sir,’ she said as she moved down to his member.

Her hand found his base again and for the third time since entering the house, she placed her tongue on his shaft. This time, however, they’d go much further than just head. The girl traced the tip of her tongue along his veins.

‘That’s not sucking,’ Ethan noted.

Aya didn’t need to be told twice and dove down around him. She wasn’t the best he had had in the house so far, but her enthusiasm was unmatched. She kept her brown eyes wide open and fixed on Ethan, who couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He watched her please him, trying to take more and more of his shaft in her. Ethan moved his hand through her hair. Aya’s lips stretched around his girth as she bobbed, leaving a fresh coat of saliva every time she moved back up. He wanted more than this.

‘Put your cunt on my face,’ he said softly.

Aya removed herself from his dick. Ethan tugged her back down.

‘No, keep going.’

She licked him from base to tip before taking him inside again. She then rotated to align her pussy with his face, not letting his dick slip out of her mouth as she did. Before Aya could push her crotch down on him, Ethan placed both hands on her bottom and yanked her against him, causing her to fall down. Through all this, she managed to keep pleasuring him.

He had tasted her asymmetrical pussy before. It had been delicious then and it was delicious now as she smushed it against his face. Her clit was engorged, like last time, making it easy for Ethan to focus on it. He sucked on her most sensitive area and let her cover his face with her juices. Last time he had eaten her out, Emma had sucked him off simultaneously. This time, Aya herself could respond to what he was doing. It felt like they were having a conversation. Ethan sent her messages through the intensity of his tongue against her clit and his hands on her ass. Aya replied with changes in depth and pace as well as by massaging his balls. He was rock hard. She was fully drenched. There was no reason to postpone what he had come here for.

Ethan grabbed Aya by the waist, lifted her up and tossed her to the side. It was surprisingly easy to do. She turned her head to look at him and pouted.

‘Why did you do that?’ she asked.

‘Shut up,’ he growled as he crawled on top of her.

Aya broke character and smiled broadly. Ethan had his right hand just above Aya’s shoulder. His other hand was lining up his dick with her pussy. It was as if she was reading his mind.

‘Don’t worry,’ she said. ‘I’m on the pill.’

As he pushed himself inside of her, Ethan’s mind went back to the first few days of the experiment. Aya had teased him relentlessly. Her tight tops, her pretending to offer to jerk him off, the wager to blow him if he beat her at Wii bowling and sending him a picture of her dildo. All of that had happened in the first three days. Now here she was, underneath him, eyes closed, mouth wide open and taking his dick.

‘Yes, yes, fuck me like that, yes,’ she moaned.

He hadn’t bothered to go slow. Instead, he was pounding all his pent up frustration into her. He went balls-deep immediately. There was zero consideration for her comfort. Not a thought was wasted on her pleasure. Skin slapped against skin. This hole was his to use and abused how he wanted. She should have known that all her teasing would have led to something like this. Ethan realized this may have been by design. He bottomed out. Aya opened her eyes in pain again and they looked at each other.

‘You’re a hole,’ he said.

‘I’m a fantastic hole.’

‘And a slut too.’

‘I’m really not. It’s just your cock I need rammed in me.’

‘I’m not done.’

‘Fuck me,’ she begged. ‘Fuck my brains out with your big hard cock.’

‘Can I slap you?’ Ethan asked.

A mischievous grin appeared.

‘Only if you do it properly.’

He hit her with as much force as he could. He normally didn’t enjoy things like this, but Aya just looked so smackable. She was practically begging for it. He felt her cunt clamp down as his palm made contact with her cheek.

‘Oh wow,’ she recovered, ‘again!’

Ethan hit her once more, this time on the other side of her face with the back of his hand. He felt her pussy spasm a second time as his knuckles hurt her. He decided that he wanted to change positions. It would keep him from cumming too fast, so he moved himself off of her.

‘On your knees,’ he instructed. ‘Next to the bed.’

‘Yes, sir.’

He grabbed her head and forced his dick in her mouth again. She was a toy. With a hand in her hair, he guided her depth until tears formed in her eyes. He released her and she spit on the floor instinctively.

‘Fuck,’ she said after coughing.

‘Stand up.’

She obliged again. Ethan pushed her against a wall and placed his lips on hers. The kiss was surprisingly sweet but didn’t last long. Aya grabbed his shaft and steered it inside of her, still with her back pressed against the wall.

‘Your pussy feels so fucking good,’ Ethan whispered as he felt her warmth from the inside yet again.

‘Mmm,’ she replied. ‘Use it. It’s yours. Don’t hold back.’

The instruction was clear. Ethan lifted the girl up against the wall with his cock deep inside and started thrusting again. He wasn’t far from bursting.

‘Oh yes. Yes, Ethan. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my bratty little hole. I love your fat dick.’

She was being loud and clearly didn’t care. Neither did he. He pumped up inside of her as deep as her body physically allowed, causing her tits to rub against his chest and her piercing against his stomach.

‘Slap me again,’ she spat out in between moans.

‘Ask nicely.’

‘Slap this desperate slut again, please.’

Ethan stretched his hand out, but due to him now only lifting her with one arm, Aya slipped down slightly. He hit her full in the eye.

‘AH FUCK,’ she yelled, immediately followed by a: ‘Don’t you dare stop!’

There wasn’t much left to go. Almost immediately after the accident, Ethan felt his warm cum gush out of his dick in multiple spurts, deep inside of the tatted slut. Her moaning was stopped by a short ‘oh’ after which she turned completely mute for a couple of seconds. Ethan felt his cum move down along his shaft and outside of her as he held her up against the wall during her orgasm. Was it the feeling of the load inside of her or the pain that had pushed her over the edge?

Ethan carefully guided her onto the floor where she laid down. Ethan was preoccupied with the state of Aya’s eye even if she herself wasn’t.

‘We really should get some ice on there,’ he said.

‘Huh?’

She seemed disoriented.

‘On your eye. I’m so sorry. It may bruise.’

She laughed.

‘That’ll be a fun one to explain. Don’t worry. It was clearly an accident.’

She pushed herself upright against the wall.

‘Ice may not be a bad idea, though. Can you get some?’

‘On it.’

Ethan quickly put his clothes back on and hurried to the kitchen. He grabbed an icepack and a towel before sprinting back up the stairs. Here, he ran into Emma who scanned the icepack before speaking up. She decided not to address it.

‘You know these walls are thin, right?’ she asked.

‘Oh? You heard?’ he feigned ignorance.

‘The next fucking town over probably heard,’ she laughed.

Ethan tried to move past her.

‘Save some of that energy for our next time, will you?’

He hurried into Aya’s room.

‘Sorry. Got held up,’ he explained as he gave her the icepack. He then sat down next to her.

‘I have to say,’ Aya replied, ‘still a great experience despite, you know, assaulting me.’

Ethan shook his head.

‘I didn’t assault you. What will we tell the others?’

Aya looked at him.

‘Oh, you’ll see.’

They moved back into the bed where they remained until Aya’s bathroom slot. Ethan followed twenty minutes later and then joined the other women at breakfast. Val and Emma were inspecting the boundless pile of boxes on and near the delivery table. Val looked at Ethan as he came down.

‘I can’t believe they managed to get so much shit here. Granted, they didn’t get everything, but I didn’t expect them too.’

Ethan scanned the boxes, some of which had been opened. There were also some bags of coals for the barbecue visible here.

‘Jesus. There’s a lot of stuff here. Where are we going to put all this?’ he asked.

‘Basement,’ Emma spoke without looking up from the box of painting supplies she was rifling through.

The other women were seated at the kitchen island. Ethan joined them. Aya’s eye was starting to swell and discolour. For a good while, nobody addressed it.

‘So, we’re just not going to talk about it?’ Isabelle spoke up, looking at the redhaired, black eyed Aya..

‘What?’ the younger woman replied. ‘This?’

She pointed at her eye.

Danielle sighed.

‘Yeah, obviously the black eye, Aya.’

She smiled.

‘Just an accident. Ethan slapped me while he was fucking me.’

Chloe almost spat out her orange juice. Danielle frowned, while Emma and Val chuckled. Isabelle was unshaken.

‘It’s okay, though. I asked him too and the sex was great,’ she added, hoping for more responses.

‘Speaking of,’ the group elder spoke, ‘can you keep it down next time? Especially in the morning.’

Aya smirked.

‘There’s no rule against it.’

Ethan insert himself into the conversation.

‘I’ll be more mindful next time I’m balls-deep in someone.’

He would have opted for a different way to say this it hadn’t been for Emma’s dare.

‘Thank you, Ethan,’ Isabelle said, closing the topic and ignoring the crude language.

Ethan skipped the morning yoga session and instead helped Val and Emma unpack the dozens of boxes and arrange their contents in the basement, which ironically was a pretty decent time waster on its own. At first, neither of the women addressed him fucking Aya this morning, which he hadn’t expected. Instead, they discussed whether she should order shelves for the basement. While Val took a quick toilet break, Emma addressed breakfast.

‘You’re lucky Aya helped you perform your dare,’ she complained. ‘It wasn’t as hard as I hoped it would have been.’

Ethan smirked.

‘First time I heard you say that.’

‘Grow up.’

‘But I did it, which means I get to hand out a dare now, right?’

‘Right.’

‘Good. I dare you to get your tits out in front of everyone.’

Emma laughed.

‘You can just ask if you want to see these,’ she said as she pulled her top up. She enjoyed seeing Ethan’s gaze linger and mouth fall open before covering back up.

‘It’s hardly a dare anyway,’ she concluded.

Val returned from the toilet and complained about how little work they had gotten done in her absence. Thanks to her very strict instructions, the trio were almost done by the time lunch came around.

During lunch, Danielle made plans.

‘So, if we plan to barbecue tomorrow, I need to put together a food order,’ she announced, ‘so give me some suggestions, please.’

This was met with enthusiasm. Different meats, as well as vegetarian alternatives and side dishes were suggested. The mood soured, however, when an uncomfortable topic from the previous day was dragged up again. Val was looking out into the garden when she addressed Isabelle.

‘There are quite a few leaves in the pool, don’t you think? Might be time to scoop them out. Especially is we want to have a nice barbecue.’

Isabelle turned her head slowly before speaking up.

‘I don’t really need to be told what to do, dear,’ she said calmly.

Val chuckled.

‘Well, apparently you do.’

Isabelle breathed out slowly.

‘I’ll get to it, Valerie.’

Ethan, as well as the other women, had their eyes firmly on their own plates, pretending not to be privy to the extremely uncomfortable conversation going on. Val was smart enough not to say anything else, although Ethan feared the damage had already been done.

After lunch, Ethan got back to work in the basement. He couldn’t help but bring up the conversation to Val.

‘Dude,’ he began, ‘that wasn’t good.’

Emma was putting away badminton rackets.

‘I know,’ Val replied. ‘I don’t want to treat Isabelle differently just because we’re …’

Emma looked up.

‘Because you’re what? I’ve been wondering what you guys are calling it.’

Val shot lightning with her eyes.

‘Because we’ve been intimate.’

Emma seemed disappointed.

‘You were pretty hard on her,’ Ethan said.

Val shrugged.

‘She’s supposed to be doing her tasks. Everyone is.’

‘Aren’t you scared this will affect your … intimacy?’

Val kept it short.

‘Already has.’

An awkward silence followed.

‘I’ll eat you out if you can’t get it anywhere else,’ Emma blurted out, trying and failing to diffuse tension.

Ethan wasn’t sure if she was joking. Val frowned, more because of confusion than offence.

‘What?’ Emma asked. ‘Can’t a straight girl eat pussy?’

Val shook her head.

‘What the fuck are you talking about, Emma?’

Emma didn’t let this slow her down. She turned her attention to Ethan.

‘What about you? Plan on hitting any more women?’

Was this an attempt to make this less awkward for Val?

‘I only hurt women if they ask me to,’ Ethan fired back.

‘Jesus Christ,’ Val muttered under her breath. ‘You’re trying way too hard, dude. First the ‘balls-deep’ thing and now this? This is not what I meant when I said you needed to be less passive.’

Ethan felt like a schoolkid being berated by a teacher. Val was right.

‘You told Ethan to be less passive? When?’ Emma asked.

Val ignored her.

‘Let’s just get this stuff sorted,’ she said louder.

They finished up the task and went their own ways. Not much more was said. After a quick change of clothes, Ethan retreated once again to where he knew he would be left mostly alone: the library. He was getting into some routines and realised he felt the need to change things up sooner rather than later, but the day’s tensions called for some isolation.

The first person to walk into the library after him was Chloe. She was wearing a plain white shirt and yoga pants and had her hair in a bun.

‘Hey, Ethan,’ she said as she saw him.

He noticed a rolled-up piece of paper under her arm.

‘Hi, Chloe,’ he responded as he put his book away.

‘I, uh, drew something. Do you want to see?’

‘I’d love to.’

‘It may be a bit … explicit,’ she warned. ‘I hope you’ll like it.’

Ethan looked at her expectantly.

Chloe unrolled the piece of paper to show him the drawing. Her warning had been warranted. Ethan immediately recognised what she had used as reference: Emma’s selfie from the day before. The one with his dick against her tongue. Instead of Emma’s face, though, this drawing was a self-portrait. Chloe had drawn herself licking the tip of Ethan’s erect cock.

‘Wow, Chloe. That looks, uhm, very lifelike.’

He noticed she was blushing when he looked up.

‘I finished it this morning,’ she explained. ‘I was feeling … inspired.’

Ethan only now realised that the wall he had fucked Aya against was shared with Chloe’s room.

‘I heard everything,’ she said softly.

Ethan was embarrassed.

‘I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about …’

Chloe interrupted him.

‘Is that what you’ll do to me?’ she asked. ‘When we …?’

‘No. Not like that.’

This was not what Chloe wanted to hear.

‘I am going to make you feel as comfortable as possible,’ Ethan explained further.

Chloe still wasn’t convinced.

‘We’ll have time to experiment later on, alright?’

This was the first thing in a while that seemed to please her.

‘Good,’ she mumbled.

The door to the library opened again. Chloe tried to roll up her drawing as fast as she could, but it was already too late. Danielle had seen enough.

‘What was that?’ she asked.

She turned to Ethan.

‘Was that your …’

Chloe escaped the room past Danielle without saying another word. She closed the door behind her.

‘Was that your dick on that drawing?’ Danielle finished her thought.

Ethan was flattered she had recognised it this quickly. He nodded.

‘Jesus. That’s explicit.’

Ethan felt he needed to explain.

‘She drew a fictional scenario,’ he said. ‘What you saw hasn’t happened in real life.’

Danielle tilted her head.

‘Yet,’ she added.

Ethan ignored it. This really wasn’t her business.

Danielle spoke again.

‘I feel like the girl has grown scared of me or something. Feels like she thinks I’m judging her.’

‘Aren’t you?’

She thought about this for a bit.

‘I’m forcing myself not to,’ she concluded.

‘I really think you should talk to her about it. Be honest,’ Ethan replied.

Danielle bit her lip.

‘And treat her like an adult,’ he added.

‘Yes,’ she said, mostly to herself. ‘Well, I’ll leave you be.’

With this, he was left alone again.

Ethan read a couple more chapters before he had enough. When he got back to the common room, he saw Chloe, Aya and Isabelle struggle outside, trying to install what must be a volleyball or badminton net in the garden. Ethan wandered over to have a look. He noticed the pool had been cleaned. He doubted this would be the end of the conflict it had spawned, though.

‘Oh, thank God,’ Isabelle spoke as she saw him approach. ‘Do you have any experience with stuff like this?’

He looked at the ground. A number of iron poles were strewn about.

‘Not really,’ he said, ‘but it can’t be that hard. Can it?’

Aya looked at him. Her eye had noticeably gotten darker, making Ethan feel like a dick.

‘You’d think so.’

Chloe held up two of the pole-pieces.

‘We think these should somehow connect, but we’re not quite sure.’

Ethan inspected them.

‘Confusing,’ he admitted. ‘Isn’t Val good with this stuff? Where is she?’

Isabelle looked away. None of the women talked. Ethan tried to recover the situation.

‘Maybe you need to push really hard?’ he suggested. ‘This one looks like it needs to go in that one,’ he said while pointing at the poles Chloe was holding.

Aya grabbed one and handed the other to Ethan.

‘Alright then,’ she instructed, ‘try to stick it in here. Push hard.’

Isabelle laughed.

‘I feel like I’ve heard you say something to that effect before.’

This made Chloe laugh out loud as well.

Aya frowned.

‘You’re both just jealous I got dick this morning,’ she said sternly, shutting Chloe up.

‘Fair enough,’ Isabelle admitted, still laughing.

Ethan had been correct. Assembling the volleyball net took a lot of force, but the trio managed to complete the assignment. Near dinner time, they were admiring their work.

‘Good job,’ Isabelle complemented both her companions.

‘Ooh,’ Chloe spoke up, ‘we should invite the others to play a match tonight. We could do three versus three if someone volunteers to be the referee.’

‘Hmm,’ Isabelle replied. ‘I don’t know the rules. Do you guys?’

Neither of them did.

‘Emma probably does, no? Ethan suggested.

With that, Chloe left to prepare dinner while Isabelle and Ethan cleaned up the boxes the volleyball net had come in. He considered bringing up her conflict with Val but ultimately decided against it. It wasn’t his business to interfere in.

The group had curry for dinner, during which Chloe suggested the volleyball game the pass the time that evening. It turned out that Emma knew the rules and was willing to act as a referee. Besides wanting a bit of time after dinner to let their food digest, everyone agreed to join in.

‘How are we going to decide the teams?’ Aya asked. ‘Is this going to be gym class all over again?’

‘You were picked last in gym?’ Emma asked.

‘Only when I had a black eye,’ Aya joked. ‘But seriously, this needs to be fair.’

‘Is this not going to be a relaxed thing? Does it need to be competitive?’ Isabelle remarked.

‘Sports are more fun if you actually try your best, no?’ Emma said.

Everyone but Isabelle and Chloe agreed with this sentiment.

‘Alright, you two are definitely on different teams,’ Aya decided.

‘Agreed,’ Val chimed in. ‘And, not trying to be rude, I don’t think Ethan and I should be on the same team either.’

Aya laughed. ‘No offence taken.’

‘None here either,’ Danielle added.

‘So, I’ll join Chloe and Ethan can join Isabelle.’

‘Great,’ Aya ignored Val’s obvious motives. ‘I’ll join Ethan as well and Danielle can team with you and Chloe. Sounds good to everyone?’

There were no objections.

Ethan, Aya and Chloe played some Mario Kart until showtime while the others lounged in the sofa’s and watched. After about an hour, Emma announced it was time, prompting most of the women to disappear upstairs to change into something more athletic. Ethan’s basketball shorts and T-shirt would do just fine. He joined Emma outside while he waited for everyone to arrive. When Danielle joined as the last participant, Emma briefly explained the rules to volleyball and the group got started. It was funny how similar all women were dressed right now. Every single one had opted for tight booty shorts, and the main differences in tops were the colours and lengths. Danielle and Aya were both extremes in that metric, with Danielle having plenty of cover and Aya having rocked up in a sports bra.

The group had agreed to play three sets. After the first set, Emma stripped out of her top seemingly unprompted. Ethan was quite far away but was still convinced she had winked at him after. Most of the women interpreted this as normal Emma behaviour. She had already completed her dare. It hadn’t even been a day. After two sets, the teams were tied. Emma decided to up the stakes.

‘We could make this interesting,’ she suggested. ‘Any ideas for a forfeit? Something the losers could to for the winners?’

‘MASSAGES!’ Aya cried out immediately.

‘Sure, why not,’ Val agreed. ‘Winners give losers massages.’

‘Fine by me,’ Ethan added. The others just nodded.

The final set betrayed something. Val had been holding back. Either that, or she was very motivated to get massaged. Point by point she absolutely dominated the other team, practically on her own. Danielle and Chloe didn’t need to do much. After the final point, Val jumped up and went to hug her teammates. Ethan felt a sting of jealousy, for multiple reasons. He had been completely outplayed and was exhausted. He went to lay down in the soft grass. Aya dropped down next to him.

‘This is surprisingly comfortable,’ she initiated conversation.

Isabelle joined them. She was far less exhausted as she hadn’t put in as much effort, as expected.

‘I’m not massaging Val,’ she said, ruining the mood.

‘You’ve got a preference?’ Aya asked Ethan.

His options were Val, Chloe and Danielle. He preferred to get one of the latter two as massaging Val wouldn’t lead to anything, as opposed to the other two. Val’s words were still imprinted in him. Enough passivity.

‘I’d rather you treat Val,’ he said to Aya.

Her look betrayed she saw right through him.

‘I’ll take Chloe,’ Isabelle added.

Ethan remembered the last time she had massaged the girl. He may not be the only one with ulterior motive. This left Ethan with Danielle, which he could live with.

Emma joined them on the grass, before the other team followed her example. Surprisingly, there was no gloating from the winning team. All seven housemates were staring up at the sky.

‘Who’s giving me my massage?’ Danielle asked.

‘That’ll be me,’ Ethan spoke.

‘Perfect,’ she replied.

Aya had the foresight to prevent awkwardness.

‘I’m coming for your knots, Val,’ she announced.

‘And Chloe can stop by my room anytime she wants,’ Isabelle completed.

They spent a few dozen more minutes on the grass before it got too cold. Once inside, they watched some episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine again, prompting speculation on whether Ethan found Rosa or Amy most attractive, which he himself was surprised by as the answer seemed obvious.

He had grown tired of filling in the same exact answers on his survey every single day but still did it dutifully. He checked his messages before going to sleep, as he often did and saw some notifications from the ‘boytoy timeshare’ chat again. Emma had shown incredible restraint today, not commenting any further on what had happened this morning. There was already a back and forth between the two women to be read.

‘Not going to lie, you guys’ little show this morning kind of turned me on.’

Aya had been quick to reply.

‘Not a show. Glad you got something out of it, though.’

Despite what had happened, Emma still wasn’t letting Aya get the best of her.

‘Still thinking about it,’ was her next message. Along with it, she sent a picture of her laying on her bed. Her face wasn’t in frame, but everything else was. A hand was nestled against her pussy, obscuring it from view. Her tits were on full display.

‘You’re in an exhibitionist mood,’ Aya texted the group.

Ethan threw caution to the wind. He snapped a quick pic of his cock after stroking it to erection and dropped it in the chat.

‘Also still thinking about it,’ he added.

Both women replied to this with a heart emoji.