Rick stroked himself, watching, then joined in, rubbing his tip against my cheek, smearing pre-c*m. They took turns, passing my mouth back and forth, dirty talk flowing like beer. "Suck harder, you filthy little cumslut," Tony growled, holding my head still while he f****d my face.
Tears stream down my cheeks, mascara running, but I loved it, the ache in my jaw, the saliva mixed with c*m dripping down my chin, the way they praise me when I deep-throat.
"Good girl, take it all. We're gonna fill every hole before your old man even deals the cards."
They didn't last long in my mouth. Tony was the first to c*m, pulling out to shoot ropes across my t**s, hot and sticky, the scent musky and sharp.
Rick was next, aiming for my face, painted my lips and cheeks. "Lick it up," he commanded, a
