Unlike Jackson, who took his time f*****g my throat, Gunner gets right down to business. He grabs my hips with both of his thick, meaty hands, and begins ramming my p***y relentlessly. He’s ramming into me with so much force that with every thrust his bare skin slaps against mine loudly, making a clapping sound. He tightens his hands around my waist and I moan into Jackson’s c**k. The way he’s f*****g me feels animalistic, and I’m surprised by how much it’s turning me on. Holt lets go of my hands, and I instinctively reach down for my clit. I start rubbing my button and pleasure surges through my body.
“Such a dirty girl,” Holt’s whisper in my ear. “Touching yourself while you’re stuffed with two c***s. I bet you wish you had a third c**k stuffed in your tight little ass right now, don’t
