(Clara’s POV)
“You can,” the leader cut me off, his hand finally sliding lower, between my thighs. His fingers brushed the slick mess there, and he smirked. “And you will.”
Two mouths still feasting on my n*****s. His fingers sliding into my soaked folds. His thumb circling my c**t.
The combination was unbearable. I bucked against his hand, helpless, a raw cry ripping out of my throat.
“That’s it,” he murmured, eyes fixed on me. “c*m for us, Clara. Let your husband watch what a real woman looks like when she’s f****d with care.”
My body betrayed me. The orgasm tore through me, violent, humiliating, unstoppable. My back arched, my t**s pushing deeper into the men’s mouths as they sucked harder, milking my orgasm with their lips. My p***y gushed against the leader’s fingers, soaking his
