"Who is it at this hour?" Autumn groaned, glancing toward the door with annoyance as another knock echoed through the apartment.
"It must be Brittany," Tiffany said from the bed, still bent forward on all fours, ass high in the air, her yoga pants darkened between her thighs. "She's so insistent on joining us. Lily, please tell her off."
"God, that girl is just like her mother," Lily muttered with a mix of amusement and exasperation.
"Hey," Tiffany shot back playfully, though she didn't move from her position.
Lily walked up to the door and opened it fully without caring how we all looked inside. I was standing naked, grey sweatpants pooled around my ankles, rock-hard cock jutting out thick and veiny.
