Then, I took his balls into my mouth too, sucking gently, inhaling the musky, masculine scent of him. My face was on fire, my breathing was ragged through my nose but I held it. I held all of him. With my mouth stuffed beyond capacity, I managed to snake my tongue out, flicking it against the base of his shaft still lodged deep in my throat.
Marcus’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking me back. I gasped for air, a string of spit connecting my lips to Leo’s glistening c**k. “That’s enough throat worship for now,” Marcus said. “Time to put your other holes to work. On your hands and knees. Ass in the air.”
Marcus yanked the leash, pulling me onto all fours. Then I felt the cold, slick feel of lube being slathered over my asshole. I flinched at the intrusion of a thick finger, working me open.
