Cindersmellya 2(130)

Well, if that’s the case, let’s get it done.

“Fuck me,” I pant, looking back at Drake over my shoulder. His eyes light up and, a heartbeat after that, he takes his finger out of my ass and replaces it with his cock. He presses the tip of his hard member against my asshole and he just presses it there for a few seconds before sliding it in. I grit my teeth as he does it, his massive thickness stretching me so wide I doubt I’ll ever be the same after this.

By the time his whole cock is inside of my ass, I’m almost ready to come. Seriously, do you know how it feels to have one cock inside your pussy and another inside your ass? And these are not just any cocks, mind you. You could play baseball with these things.

“Oh, that’s—oh, fuck,” I moan as they match the rhythm of their thrusts, all thoughts vanishing from my mind as an electric feeling spreads outward from both my pussy and ass.

All I do is remain in place completely still, while they fuck me relentlessly. They’re thrusting fast and harshly, using me as if my only purpose in life is to please them, which if I’m being completely honest, doesn’t sound like such a bad thing. To spend my day servicing these two sexually? Sign me up.

“Everything in you is so tight … it drives me crazy,” Drake breathes out, his hands on my ass cheeks as he ravages my hole. He smacks one ass cheek hard as he thrusts more violently than before, and the pain of impact travels all the way up to my brain. By the time it gets there, it has already turned into pleasure, which is a good thing, because Drake is slapping my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a red mark.

Having my ass spanked while my holes are being completely demolish by two cocks that belong in some freak museum? Yeah, this has to be the definition of perfect.

“That’s so good…” I hiss, burying my fingernails into Sloane’s chest. I’m doing it so hard that all color has left my fingers, my knuckles growing white.

“You bet it’s good,” Sloane whispers, grinning while he looks at my bouncing tits. They move back and forth as Drake thrusts, and Sloane stops that by grabbing them and squeezing them hard, pinching one nipple between his thumb and index finger. He then pinches my other nipple as well, intensifying the pressure until I’m screaming so much my throat grows raw.

I come just like that, pleasure spreading outward from my pussy, ass, and nipples. It’s pain and pleasure, it’s all these things at the same time and, pardon my language, it’s fucking amazing.

I press my forehead against Sloane’s chest as I come, my teeth gritted so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if they just shattered. They keep on thrusting as I come, and it even seems like they’re going faster now.

My throat gives up on me, and my wild screaming turns into a subdued whisper. There’s an orgasm raging through me, and yet, I already feel another one looming on the horizon on my mind, like a tsunami after an earthquake. It crashes against me before I can even prepare for it, and I just collapse on top of Sloane’s body, my entire body a quivering mess of twitching muscles.

I remain like that until my body reels from these two orgasms, and only then do they slide their cocks out of me. I roll to the side, completely spent, and sprawl myself like a starfish, breathing so hard it seems like my lungs are one fire.

“We’re not done yet.” Sloane’s voice jolts me out of my exhausted trance and, somehow, I manage to sit up. Moving like a predator, he makes me turn around and, grabbing me the hips, he forces me to go on all fours.

“Ready for the main event?” Drake asks me, and I turn my head to look at him. There’s a flicker of lust in his eyes, and I only realize what it means when he kneels on the floor.

Right behind Sloane.

Oh, this is going to be interesting.

“As hard as you can,” I tell Sloane before turning forward, chomping on my lower lip as I prepare myself to have him inside of me once more.

“Of course. There’s no other way,” Sloane tells me and, just like that, he hooks his fingers on my hips and thrusts. His thighs smack my ass cheeks hard as he drives his cock all the way inside of me, and I find some hidden reserve of strength that allows me to scream once more.

Instead of fucking me right away, Sloane just holds his position, his cock buried inside of me. I look back over my shoulder, and I realize what’s holding him back; he’s waiting for Drake.

Drake has one hand on Sloane’s waist, his fingers curled tight against his flesh; with the other hand he’s grabbing his cock and brushing it up and down Sloane’s ass crack. My pussy burns up as I watch him do it and, even though I try to look away, I realize I can’t do that. It’s stronger than me. I don’t even blink.