My Forbidden First Threesome: Waking Up to the Captain and Co-Pilot in Casablanca
The hotel room in Casablanca smelled of crisp sheets and faint jet fuel sweat. Hyatt Regency luxury, but exhaustion hit hard. Patrick stripped to his briefs, muscles flexing shamelessly. Ruben, the captain, climbed into the king bed. I took the rollaway mattress on the floor, heart pounding from the delay, the heat. Slipped off my…