CLARA'S POV Even if I wanted to beg, I couldn't beg with a cock filling my throat. I could only moan. Drool. Sob. My hips moved on their own accord. Meeting each thrust. Grinding back onto the invasion of my bottom holes. And my clit was now a live wire. Throbbing… begging for more touch. Then the man behind me leaned forward. His chest against my back, his teeth grazing my ear. "You want to cum… don't you, slut?" And I nodded frantically as my nose brushed the pubes of the cock fucking my mouth. "Then ask," he said. His hand sliding from behind to squeeze my breasts until I yelled. So, I pulled my mouth off the cock in front of me. Gasping as strings of spit connected my lips to the shaft. "Please! Please fucking let me cum!" But Clyde laughed… my husband fucking laughed like a heartless beast. "Not yet Clara. You'll cum when they do… and they'll cum when I say so." As soon as he said it, the man in my ass twisted his hips and I screamed. "Please, Clyde, I can't
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