Warning: Explicit content, reader's discretion is advised.
Andria's POV
"Fuck, Aria. You look so gorgeous under the shower, I could bend you over and do naughty things to you," Aven groaned, stepping closer in front of me.
Sir Kaelric leaned on the wall outside the shower glass, watching Damon, Aven and Tristan roam their hands through my body.
It felt so real, I started to moan, locking eyes with Sir Kaelric as I felt Aven's hands caress my breasts, while Damon caressed my mound, inserting a finger into it.
Tristan drew closer, swallowing my moans in a kiss. His tongue was wet as he glided in and out, sucking and licking my tongue.
My body was on fire, Athena was wild, and I could feel my mound get wet uncontrollably.
"You are wet for us," Damon whispered, stroking my clit faster, and my breath grew so erratic, then he stopped.
"Why did you stop?" I asked my voice barely a whisper.
"We want you to beg for it," Tristan slurred seductively.
