Zain POV
Liam lets out a low groan. He’s holding her mouth open with both hands now, feeding his c**k into her throat slow and firm, watching me over her body.
“Look at this f*****g mess,” he mutters. “She loves it. Filthy little thing.”
I slam into her again, harder, deeper, grinding into her so hard she jerks forward, gagging around Liam’s c**k. Her throat flexes, her body twitches, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes it. All of it.
“f*****g stay there,” I growl. “Take every thrust. Every inch. Every goddamn drop.”
Gripping her harder, my hips pounding into her at a brutal rhythm now, hips slamming into her ass with savage, echoing snaps. Her body’s quaking, come dripping down her thighs, her p***y choking my c**k every time I sink to the hilt.
And still she doesn’t break, not yet
