She wondered, with a growing sense of dread, what would come next. Kenna immediately wondered, who John was? XXX The sound of their bodies moving together echoed off the shower walls, a wet, squelching noise that seemed to underscore the intimacy of the moment. Kenna took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm that raged within her. As Ryan pushed himself back against her, his chest pressed up against her back, Kenna felt his hands moving lower, his fingers probing and spreading her ass cheeks. Ryan’s hand closed around her shoulder, his fingers exerting a gentle yet firm pressure as he guided her down. The thought of being passed around, of being a plaything for their twisted desires, was unbearable.
