Reed walked towards the bed as Rhett ate my p***y and grabbed my mouth. Before I could tell what his plan was, his c**k was down my throat and he began to f**k my throat hard and fast as Rhett ate my p***y.
The world has narrowed to a series of overwhelming, concentric circles of sensation. At the epicenter is Rhett’s mouth, a devastatingly patient and skilled instrument that is unraveling me. Every flick of his tongue, every soft, sucking kiss sent shattering tremors up through my core, making my hips twitch and my fingers clutch helplessly at the sheets. My own muffled moans are the only sounds I can make, a continuous, desperate soundtrack to my undoing.
The other center of my universe is the slow, rhythmic rotation at my head— my throat being f****d. Reed was there first. I knew it w
