Phei straightened behind her, hands leaving her burning, spanked ass only long enough to grip the waistband of his pants in a white-knuckled fist. One brutal, downward shove and they dropped to his ankles—kicked away violently, fabric slapping the floor as he stepped out bare, fully exposed, cock bobbing heavy and free.
Maddie twisted her head, desperate to see.
His body hit her first—broad, carved slabs of muscle flaring like wings, lats thick and corded, traps bulging high, every line etched deep and shining with sweat under the kitchen lights.
Sierra feasted at his sight from behind.
The deep groove of his spine ran straight down to the most perfect, powerful male ass: firm globes flexing hard as he shifted, dimples carved at the base where muscle met glute, skin taut and glistening.
