Ring Finger Sin. Close Quarters, #16

Wedding-adjacent. That's the clean word for it. Nate's in a suit jacket with his tie loosened like he just escaped a brawl at the reception. Laura holds a camera and grins. "Show me, " she says. Then he has her pinned to a workbench, legs splayed wide, heat glistening and stretched tight around his hardness. But Nate's not the only one. Cole's back hits a pool house wall and Laura's sundress flashes creamy heat.
A roar explodes from his throat as he spends - hard, hot, fast - slick rope spraying her hand. Julian pins her against chipped plaster in The Pink Razor's back room while glitter smears off her tits onto his shirt. She confesses she'd finger herself imagining his hands and mouth every time he came over with Nate. Dean pushes her onto a motel bed with springs creaking, neon streaks dancing on her skin, and plunges deep.
She dresses quick and practiced, slipping out into the neon-drenched parking lot. Everyone's wrecking someone they shouldn't.