War of Threes
Xander breathes out, his hands on my waist tight to the point of bruising.
I keep riding their cocks, feeling my body spasm around them and hearing them moan with each movement of my body.
Suddenly, Devin’s hands cover Xander’s on my waist. “I can’t take it anymore.” He pulls back and then slams into me.
I let out a guttural scream, the pleasure is so intense. Xander grunts before he, too, moves inside of me.
“Fok! (Fuck!)” I scream, unable to get more than one coherent syllable out at a time.
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