All Chapters of Ruined By The Coby Twins: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ROSELINE'S POVThe sensation of a cock that size moving through me with intent was something my body committed to memory, because thirty-seven years had brought me to this room in Florence and I intended to take every single thing it was offering.So I leaned forward.And my breasts hung directly over his face as his mouth found my nipple immediately. Sealing around it and sucking deep and hard while his cock drove into me from below. And the dual sensation ripped a sound from my throat that the walls of suite 512 were going to remember."Elio… oh fuck… don't stop…"He sucked harder. Switched to the other nipple. His tongue lashing across it while his hands gripped my hips and pulled me down harder onto his cock. And my ass slapped against his thighs with a sound that was loud and wet and absolutely indecent.So I did it again deliberately because the noise of it, the sheer unrestrained filth of what I was doing, sent a fresh rush of warmth through my soaking cunt.I finally found my

WINNIFRED'S POV I woke up by three AM in the midnight absolutely feral. Not tired. Not groggy. Just wide awake and embarrassingly horny in a way that had never happened to me before last night. Sasha's voice kept echoing in my head. That class had cracked me open and now there was no shoving it back Because my body had discovered something it wasn't going to let me forget. Then I pulled back the covers. Padded to the door in my oversized nightgown. And crept downstairs to the kitchen. Because I already knew what I wanted to do. The house was dim and quiet. Mum's bedroom door shut. And I opened the fridge. The zucchini was just sitting there on the middle shelf. Dark green with those rough ridges running along it. My mouth went dry as my pussy clenched so hard I had to grab the counter. I helped Mum bring it back from the farmers market last week. It was defs nothing less than ten inches. And thick enough that my fingers barely wrapped around it when I picked it u

WINNIFRED'S POV Finally the toilet flushed. I heard footsteps move to the sink. The tap ran. The hand dryer roared for few seconds. Then the main door swung open and shut and the bathroom went silent again. I exhaled. And immediately continued from where I stopped, which was thrusting my fist. The sound my cunt made was nasty and disturbing. A wet sucking slurp that filled the stall. And I didn’t care even slightly because my pussy had been clenching around my fist for the last two minutes of forced silence. It was done being patient. And I unmuted Sasha. "Okay guurrll?" Sasha continued. Panting on screen. She had apparently been continuing without me. Her own hand visibly thrusting under her lace. "Don't think we're done. Pull that fist out slowly and then ram it back in. Every. Single. Ridge. Of your knuckles... I want your pussy to feel every single one." I pulled back. And my cunt gripped my knuckles on the way out with a creamy squelching drag that made my vi

SCARLETT'S POVThe kiss hit like a match to gunpowder, detonating everything. Armani yanked me inside the hotel room and slammed the door shut with his foot.His tongue pushing deep. Tasting hungry and desperate. And my hands went straight to his shirt. Ripping the rest of the buttons open while he grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against the hard bulge in his pants."Fuck, I've wanted this since I first saw you," he growled against my mouth.I shoved him back onto the bed. My revenge already growing impatient. "Shut up and get your cock out."He stripped fast. I peeled off my dress and climbed on top before he could flip us. His cock stood thick and ready. And I wrapped my hand around it. Lining it up with my dripping pussy, and sinking down in one slow, filthy slide. And the stretch burned so good I moaned loudly."Oh fuck, yes, I bresthed. "I'm sure your cock is way bigger than anything my sister ever fucked."Armani groaned and grabbed my hips. I started riding him hard. Rol

SCARLETT'S POV The family dinner was just foreplay. Two hours of sitting beside my sister’s fiancé with his fingers buried inside me while she talked about centerpieces and dad refilled the wine. Two hours of his cock in my fist under the tablecloth while dad asked him about honeymoon plans. And then watching him answer Selene's question through clenched teeth as he came against the linen while she smiled at him like he was already hers. Oh, how hopelessly pathetic she was. Armani was never going to be only hers. Never! That was the whole point. So, the very night before their wedding, I slipped out of my sister's hotel and I texted him at midnight. He was alone. His best man was still on his way. Just enough time for me to finish what I'd already started. I arrived at his door like a woman in a mission. And he opened before I knocked. Same hotel room. Same hungry eyes. But this time I walked in like I owned the place because tonight was not a visit.