Dakota Payne and Max Arion pin Edison Fuller’s wrists above his head while he arches into their mouths, his dark hair tangled with their fingers as they pull his weight down. The tattooed one, muscular, slim, grinds against him first, his grip bruising the other’s ribs as Edison’s hole stretches open. Their tongues clash over his neck while the third, broader-shouldered, lines up behind, already slick with need.
