I wasn't sure who was inside me, Chris or Mr perfect, but judging by the size of the c**k, it was probably Chris.
A pleasured, yet slightly disappointed moan slipped from my lips as Rafe tapped my cheeks hard enough to sting.
"Push your t**s together, slit. You can't just lie around and get satisfied. You need to work for it too."
My mind was in shambles, and it took him tapping my cheek even harder for my hands to shift and obey.
I shoved my boobs together, allowing Rafe to f**k into them hard and fast. The sensation felt foreign at first, but after a while, I was completely into it.
Taking the tip of his c**k into my mouth every time it slipped between my t**s.
Chris's c**k sent me flying forward while Rafe pushed me back.
All the while, Mr perfect said and did nothing, just obser
