Dante steps forward already unbuckling his belt, And Vincent grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me upright on my knees so I’m facing Marcus because Vincent wants my husband to watch every expression that crosses my face. “On your hands and knees,” Dante says, pressing one rough palm between my shoulder blades until I’m down on all fours. He kneels behind me and talks right over my head to Vincent. “You weren’t kidding. She’s dripping before I even get inside her. Her Husband must not be handling his business.” He pushes into me in one long stroke and the stretch forces all the air out of my lungs because he’s thick, painfully thicker than Marcus, And I feel every inch of him splitting me open while my husband watches my mouth fall open from across the room. “Fuck,” I gasp, my fingers curling into the carpet. “Fuck, you’re so thick—” “Hear that, Vince?” Dante grabs my hips and starts slamming into me with deep, punishing strokes that rock my whole body forward, my tits swing
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