Drake kneels beside me, takes my hand and moves it to cup Sylan’s heavy c*m-filled balls.
With his hand cupping mine, we stroke and fondle Sylan until I can feel his knees begin to tremble.
“f**k you, bastard,” he growls at Drake who only chuckles low in my ear like we’re sharing a dirty secret.
His lips brush against the shell of my ear as he whispers, “He’ll love you all the harder when he shoots his load down your throat, sweetheart. That’s it, take him a little deeper. Swallow now and feel the head go a little deeper.”
I do as I’m instructed, so torn between feeling Grey’s juices mix with Drake’s and mine as he pumps into my p***y.
Between both men I’m closer and closer toward finding my second release. Hands grip my hips and I'm suddenly spread wider.
I feel
