Pleasure-pain ripped through me, my moans turning incoherent, body arching up to meet every brutal slam.
The broad one claimed me next, rolling me to the side, one leg lifted high as he entered from behind in a brutal thrust. His c**k was the thickest, stretching me wide as he pounded steadily, hand snaking around to rub my clit in tight, rough circles. The blond spanked my t**s rhythmically…left, right, left…while the tattooed one knelt in front, his fingers pinching and pulling my n*****s until they ached.
“Yes... fuck... yes,” I moaned, lost in the rhythm of his deep thrusts, the way he filled me completely, slamming in with grunts that matched my cries.
They rotated again, the tattooed guy pulling me on top now, sitting me on his c**k. I started riding him hard, his hands on my hip
