Artemisia
Fynn pushes into me, steering my core to hover over Cayden’s hip. Cayden is holding his c**k perfectly for Fynn to make me impale myself on him.
Wrapping my arms around Fynn’s neck behind me, I scream in pleasure as they fill me.
“f**k. f**k. f**k,” I scream as Fynn starts lifting me up and down on his brother’s c**k while moving in and out of me as well.
My chest squeezes, my throat getting stuffed as a strange feeling expands from my core, spreading through my body.
They allow me to adjust to them perfectly by moving slowly and I fight the urge to beg for them to go faster as I know that I would regret it.
“You’ll get it harder as soon as you are ready for it, babe,” Fynn chuckles, making my heart flip in my chest.
My brain is already giving up its service as I ca
