Chapter Twenty-Four
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, moving my finger away from my c******s and down to my entrance. The heel of my hand pressed against my c**t.
“f**k yourself with those pretty fingers. Don’t come yet, I want you wet for us.” He growled and I thrust two fingers inside of me, my head falling back and hitting the mirror.
Louis moaned and Marcus’s movements started to become erratic as he f****d his mouth. I kept pace with his movements. Imagining that it was my mouth that he was f*****g. My walls started to flutter around my fingers and I ground my c**t against my hand. Bringing my other hand up to pluck at my n****e.
I knew that they could feel what I was doing to myself, just as I could feel what Louis was doing to Marcus. It was a feedback loop where everything started to
