George moaned, pressing his hips forward. "Tripp."
Mia bit her lip, her breaths already coming out in harsh pants. She shifted, squeezing her thighs together. "You are so - my god, you're - it's so hot."
George chuckled, glancing over at her. "What next?" he asked, breathless. "Not that I'm not enjoying this..."
Mia looked to Tripp. "I - can - I mean, I'd like to ...." She bit her lip. "Tripp, I want ... you. If you want. You can be with George if you want, I don't mind. I mean, whichever one of us you want."