CLOE POV “Don’t stop,” I said. “I never want you to stop.” Slowly we moved, slowly they fucked me, alternating strokes, one in one out, until I loosened, until I stretched enough to squirm, wanting more. They changed their timing, matching thrusts, grunting as one and fucking me deep, two big dicks inside me. “Fuck,” Soren said. He kissed Max’s mouth over my shoulder. “I can feel you,” he said. “Your cock feels so fucking good, Max. So fucking good.” I could feel them thrusting, could feel Soren’s piercings as he pressed tight against Max’s cock. “Harder,” I said. “Fuck me harder!” They fucked me harder. They fucked me rough. Slamming into my holes as they grunted and jerked and worked me into a quivering mess. Max braced himself against the wall, and Soren slammed in, and it really hurt, but it was a perfect hurt. I could feel the pressure in my belly building, nerves tense and achy, the need for release backing up in me. It was coming. I was coming. I let out quick moans, le
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