Cindersmellya 2(97)

“I think I’m going to come,” I whisper, my voice thick from the effort I make to get the words out. I come one heartbeat later, my pussy tightening around Sloane’s cock like a vice. Feeling my inner walls closing in on him, he starts thrusting even faster; if my orgasm is an explosion, his thrusts are like gasoline.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. So good,” I moan, my eyes rolling in their orbits as ecstasy rages through my veins, scorching all the nerve endings on the way. I’m moaning so loud now that it’s a surprise that the hotel manager hasn’t called the room yet, perhaps the other guests are too busy listening in to complain.

I try and catch my breath, but both Drake and Sloane act fast, forbidding me from taking a break. Sloane makes me roll to the side and, grabbing me by the hips, he makes me go on all fours again, my ass turned to Drake.

“Your turn,” he whispers at Drake, his cock twitching hard as the two of them lock eyes. Instead of just coming for me, though, Drake just remains frozen behind me, looking back at Sloane as if he were in a trance.

Without saying a word, Sloane closes the distance between him and Drake. I look back over my shoulder in time to see Sloane curling his fingers around Drake’s cock, and guiding it home, only letting go when its tip is pressed between my drenched folds. My heart skips a beat as I watch him do it and I realize that, whatever there is between the three of us, we’re just getting started.

Finally regaining consciousness, Drake grabs me by the waist and thrusts. His cock flies inside of me in a fraction of a second, straining against my inner walls on the way in and forcing me to unleash another wild scream of utter delight.

Sloane shuts me up fast enough, though. He stands up in front of me and, grabbing his cock, he just shoves it inside my mouth. My scream dies in my throat and, allowing my wicked instinct to take over, I start sucking on him eagerly.

I feel my skin prickling as his cock goes over my tongue; I can taste my pussy on his shaft, my fluids coating his flesh, and that just makes me lose all control. I thrust back as hard as I can, impaling myself on Drake’s cock, and then I move my body forward and allow Sloane’s cock to go all the way in. I keep on moving like this for what seems like forever, their cocks spit roasting in the most delirious way.

A cloud of pleasure drifts over my mind, and I know that another violent orgasm is on its way. And it couldn’t be any other way, with them, every time I come is like rapture. More than just the physical, it’s a spiritual experience. Now, I’ve never been a fan of all that new-agey talk, but there’s simply no better way to describe what’s happening right now. Nirvana, Heaven, Enlightenment—I don’t care, call it whatever you want. I’m not picky.

The urge to scream simply overpowers me and I pull my head back, taking Sloane’s cock out of my head. My scream is so loud that I’m waiting for the windows to shatter into a million fragments, but thank God, that doesn’t happen. What happens is that slight spasms take over my pussy, and a hurricane of pleasure whisks my rational mind away.

“OH GOD!” I scream, long flames of ecstasy dancing in that hurricane, my soul dancing tap dancing to the rhythm of pleasure.

Gritting my teeth, I hiss like a mad woman, my throat giving up on me. My muscles twitch and spasm erratically, and I feel beads of sweat dripping down from my forehead and plastering locks of hair to my face.

I look up at Sloane with an exhausted grin on my face and, even though my muscles are late to respond, I somehow manage to extend my arm and grab his cock. I start stroking him furiously and, realizing that he’s close, I stop immediately. With my eyes never leaving his, I raise my hips and take Drake's cock from inside my pussy.

“Come here,” I tell them both, climbing down from the bed and kneeling on the floor. They stand up, towering over me like two naked gods, and I do what both my mind and body beg me to; I reach for their cocks and, grabbing their shafts with an iron grip, I start stroking them as fast as I can.

My hands move so fast they become a blur, and it doesn’t take long for both their cocks to start spasming against my fingers. “Cum for me,” I purr at them, anxious to feel their seed on my body, “cum all over me.”

Sloane’s the first. A long strand of cum shoots out from his cock and I don’t even have the time to open my mouth; it hits me straight in the face. Drake follows a fraction of a second later, but this time my mouth’s already open wide, and his cock simply gushes a raging river of cum over my tongue.

I keep on moving my hands back and forth over their shafts as they come, milking them until there’s not a single drop of semen inside their bodies. They spray their seed all over, warm cum dripping down my face and neck, its warmness hiking up the curve of my breasts and coating my hard nipples.