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I choke.
Zack chuckles. “Aight, boss.”
I feel more cool wetness against my behind, and then increasing pressure as
Zack pushes his fingertip into me. I moan, my thighs quivering. It’s so goddamn tight.
Still plastered against my front, Josh reaches forward, sliding his fingers between my crossed legs. I don’t realise how wet I am until he starts swirling through my slick folds, rubbing his thumb leisurely over my twitching bundle of nerves.
Suddenly, I can’t fill my lungs. I gasp, shuddering all over. It barely takes a few touches before I start to fall apart. I cry out as Zack takes the opportunity to push his finger into the knuckle, penetrating the tight ring of muscle.
With his finger in my backside, the climax feels different. Deeper, like it’s quaking up from some place
