Sex Addicts Anonymous: Consequences - A Charlotte Sins Story

Amy's barely stuck her head out past the front door before Patti's laying into her, right there on the goddamn driveway. They're yelling back and forth like they're the only two people on earth. Means Patti misses the guys pulling up—big boys, shirts clinging to sweat, catching an eyeful of two fine women going at it. They nudge each other, smirk, the cocky little comments passing under their breath while they eye every move Patti and Amy make. Patti checks the clock, hisses that this crap ain't finished, she's gotta bail for the office. Fix your damn attitude, she'll see her when she gets home. Guys climb out their truck right as Patti heads off, already talking loud, arms thick and veiny from who knows how many hours shoveling dirt. Soon as Patti disappears down the street, the real heat's starting. Amy fixes them, all that molten energy turning inside out on her. She catches their looks and drags her ass outside, sweet talk dripping from her tongue. After maybe half an hour, she just asks them in, hips rolling as she leads the way, their stares never leaving her ass. Next thing, she's caught between the two hunks just inside the door. Their hands get busy—grabbing, squeezing, Nathan and Codey taking whatever she's giving up and then pushing for more. She whines but leans in at the same time, need drying her out even as it floods her. What starts as a little tease kicks open like an unlocked cellar, and Amy turns all hot, hungry slut again, bouncing between them, moaning, letting both men fuck her every hole till she's wrecked and sticky, old needs right up front where nobody thought to look. She's about to hit new depths with them—panting, used, their cocks still buried inside her, lips bruised—when the real punch comes, but that's a whole new surprise.