Yes, Hazel had always seen shocking things right from childhood, but nothing prepared her for the sight that forced a gasp out of her.
Her opening of the door forced three pairs of eyes on her, their bodies frozen in surprise.
Hazel took in the scene with a dropped jaw.
Clara—if she correctly remembered one of Dallan's former mistresses—was spread on her back on the large dusty table in the middle of the abandoned office. No, Clara was actually laid on a man whose dick was deep inside her, his hips slightly lifted off the wooden surface of the table. Another male stood at the edge of the table where dick and pussy intersected, his dick thrusting into the mix, adding his length to the shaft inside Clara.
Hazel saw EVERYTHING!
And everything it was... From Clara's breasts which Mr. Standing guy was fondling, to the huge cocks pounding into her, to their set-aside clothes on a heap on the floor, Hazel took note of each detail—as fast as she could.
