Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure
Silver filled me inch by inch, stretching me deliciously, his balls slapping against my thighs as Jax matched his pace, fucking my mouth raw, balls slapping my chin.
We were in the Eiffel Tower sex position; me in the middle, with them impaling me on either end, using both holes to their satisfaction.
The men soon found a rhythm.
Jax thrusting into my throat, and Silver pounding my pussy from behind.
It was overwhelming, intense pleasure assaulting me from both sides. Silver’s hands roamed, pinching my nipples, while Jax’s grip tightened in my hair. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” Jax growled. “Taking us both like a good girl.”