The Secrets We Share

Anna's twenty, blonde, and already regretting this summer immersion. Margaret opens the front door like she owns every body that walks through it. John stands behind her looking cornered, while Henry and Paul grin like wolves that just got their dinner. Edward's got his sleeves rolled up and a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Margaret set this whole thing up. One fresh pussy dropped in a house already dripping with cock. She figures Anna's the perfect little doll to soak up all that pent-up aggression, except now everything's heating up faster than she planned. The boys can't keep their hands off each other either, and when the tension finally snaps Margaret's pulling strings no one's supposed to see. Anna's two-week stay just turned into survival, and she's right in the middle of it.