I lick him like an ice cream. I take him in my mouth and suck, marvelling at the weird thought that, even if you blindfolded me, I’d know that this wasn’t Brendan. I embrace the strangeness of blowing a random guy in his office in the middle of the afternoon and I let rip. I take him as deep as I can. My eyes fill with tears as he hits the spongy flesh at the back of my throat, but it’s worth it, because the sound he makes is so low and guttural and so full of unwilling appreciation that it almost makes me smile around his dick.

‘Fuck,’ he hisses through his teeth. ‘So good.’

‘Good enough to earn a fucking?’ Brendan enquires through gritted teeth.

‘Yeah. Fill her up.’

Brendan comes around to kneel behind me. I’m bracing with one hand on the sofa, back arched and bottom in the air. I’m basically doing the cow part of cat-cows but in porno crotchless panties. My exposed pussy is still pulsing from its orgasm, still sensitive to the cold air circulating. As Brendan kneels between my legs and I feel his heat, I experience the oddest sense of rightness.

This Ethan guy is very sexy. Terrifying, but sexy. It may be fun and unusual and arousing to be messing around with him, but the sensation of Brendan ripping foil and sheathing himself and dragging the beautiful, blunt head of his crown back and forth over my entrance to lube himself up with my arousal is a homecoming, a key turning in a lock. And when he pushes inside me and I attempt to accommodate him with shimmies of my hips, the dick in my mouth goes from being my sole focus to a hot gimmick.

Because when Mr Brendan Sullivan is intent on burying himself balls-deep inside you, it’s hard to focus on anything else.

Even when your face is buried in another man’s crotch.

Taking both of them like this is beyond dirty. I’m on my knees for them, my breasts jiggling freely as Brendan clamps his hands to my hips and begins to move. His first full thrust has me shunting forward onto Ethan’s cock. I gag. He groans. The wrist bracing on the sofa screams. And my traitorous, still-swollen pussy rejoices.

‘Fuck, this view,’ Brendan huffs out behind me. ‘It’s sensational. How does she feel, Kingsley? Too bad you won’t get to fuck her. Her cunt is so. Fucking. Tight.’

‘She feels amazing.’ Ethan leans forward a little, just enough that he can wrap my ponytail around his fist like a rein. ‘I’m gonna come so hard all over her.’