He broke the kiss and bit down gently on my ear. “Come, mate. Now.”
At his dominating tone, the morphing heat from that smack to my a*s and the c***s buried deep inside me, I shattered.
I screamed and bucked as they held me locked between them. My muscles tightened then went limp, tightened again, giving over to the pleasure they were giving me. My palms pressed into the hot skin of the man’s chest below me, my fingers curling and most likely leaving small welts as my p***y tightened on him like a fist.
The men moved faster, unrelenting, f*****g me and alternating their motions, keeping the feelings of bliss alive, making my pleasure linger and linger until I had no breath left and I exploded again, the sharp tug of my mate’s hand in my hair holding me in place like iron shackles, my on
