Chapter 167 Harem Hole Ch2

• He tried to catch his breath — really, he did. But they didn’t give him a second to remember how to stand on his own feet.
• The redhead — mouth still slick with his taste — rose from her knees, her smile wicked as she pressed her palms to his chest and pushed him back. He stumbled until his ass hit the antique couch behind him, cushions sinking under his weight.
• The black-haired one — their ringleader — perched on the armrest beside him, nails tracing his jaw, then dragging down his chest to where his shirt hung open, buttons scattered on the floor like spent bullets.