Addiction was using his skin as a canvas; bites and scratches in mindless patterns. She was rather proud of her handiwork. However he was very distracted the second his girlfriend was offering herself to him. This looked promising.

Wylie had his face buried between her legs, hands on her thighs and he gave long, slow licks across her. It was only a moment later when he felt a hand on his erection, stroking and he could tell it wasnt Jelani. A moment later, Addiction had straddled his hips and lowered herself onto, taking his length in in one slow movement. Wylie let out a groan that was muffled against Jelani.