A FOURSOME

"Save your tears and cries for our fun, my dear slutty Anna. Don't waste them yet because you will need them by the time I start dealing with you and won't have them once I'm done with you," Ryan divulges smugly and smirks.

He passes his tongue over his lower lip, drops his hand to his pant's crutch point, and passes it over his distinct hard dick, groaning out as the pleasure shoots through him. "I can't wait to fuck all your holes, I wonder if they will be bitter as your personality or sweet as your beautiful skin. I guess I just have to find out." He laughs and rakes his hand over his hair. "Be fast guys. I'm horny as fuck!"

"Why are you doing this?" Michael at the side gulps before he says out loud. He is merely holding himself from dropping to the floor as his whole body is trembling.

He leaps down from the edge of the bed he is merely resting on and with his last courage and strength walks toward Ryan and stops in front of him. "Why are you doing this?" He repeats, staring quizi