Chapter 20[r18]
"Useless! Hand me a bottle too," Jack said, shifting around. He was still inside Lily as he helped her sit up. Jack leaned back in the reclined backseat, and Lily turned to face forward, half-lying in his arms. Her legs were spread, her breasts firm but marked from being grabbed.
Jack took the bottle, had a swig, and continued, "I heard you and Lily's current boyfriend are roommates. Why didn't you tap that? Seems like an easy score."
"Tried to. Wouldn't go for it. Didn't want to push it," Noah said, squeezing her breast as he drank.
"That's what I mean by useless," Jack sneered, forcing a mouthful of beer into Lily's mouth.
Lily seemed to have given up resisting, letting them manhandle her, their crude words washing over her.
In the glow of the streetlight, Lily's profile was still as perfect as a model's - high cheekbones, perfect lips, a delicate chin, eyes that seemed to hold a thousand stories. But now, tears streamed down her face.
"Damn, this chick is fine. Just looking at her makes me hard again," Noah's short, thick cock rose again under his fat belly. He held the bottle with one hand, braced himself on the car roof, bent one leg on the ground, and knelt on the seat with the other, guiding himself back into Lily and starting a slow thrust.
Noah, slightly drunk, sneered. "Jack, mind if I double-team her with you?"
"Knock yourself out," Jack laughed, clinking his glass with Noah's.