“Didn’t you say you wanted my d**k in your mouth?” Jason growled as he slapped his thick length across my lips, then smacked it against both cheeks with a heavy, wet thwack.
“You like it, don’t you? Getting used by random men while your husband’s out working his pathetic nine-to-five?” he taunted.
I nodded, shameless, desperate.
“Use your words, babygirl,” he said, slapping my cheek again, this time just enough to make my breath hitch.
“Yes,” I rasped, voice cracked and shaky from how much I wanted it.
“You wanna feel our d***s stuffing every tight hole on your body?” Alex asked as he pulled his c**k free, slowly stroking it in his fist.
“Yes… please,” I begged, breath hitching as Ricky stepped in, taking Jason’s place and offering me his c**k. I opened wide and welcomed it, humming
