Chapter 54. Thanksgiving? More Like Thanks For The Hot Pounding: pt. 1

Oh God, where do I even start? I’m Mira, and this Thanksgiving was supposed to be just another family gathering—me, my dad, my grandma, and my boyfriend Van Wylde. But then Gogo and Paris, turning everything upside down. We’d already had our little “pre-dinner fun” in the kitchen earlier—me, Gogo, and Paris tangled up in a sweaty, moaning mess of fingers and tongues, exploring each other’s curves like we were starving for more than just turkey. My pussy was still throbbing from the way Paris had licked me clean, her tongue flicking over my clit while Gogo’s big, juicy tits pressed against my back. But now, sitting at the dinner table with everyone, all I could think about was getting a piece of Van. And from the hungry looks in Gogo’s and Paris’s eyes, they felt the same.

The table was set perfectly: golden turkey in the center, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce—the works. Dad was carving the bird, grandma was chattering about old family recipes, and Van was right nex