“Do you want me to fill your mouth with my c*m, Kim?” Alex hissed, slamming even harder into my throat with each word.
I nodded eagerly, craving the taste of him.
He growled deep, and my eyes rolled back in bliss. My p***y was still being pounded by Ricky, his thrusts fast and punishing as he rubbed tight, relentless circles over my clit. I could feel how close he was—his c**k thickening, my p***y clenching and pulsing around him. My orgasm crept up fast, heat tightening in my belly, my muscles drawing taut, my toes curling.
“Please…” I gasped, the word barely formed on my lips. I didn’t even know what I was begging for—more, less, for them to stop or to never stop. I wanted all of it. Every filthy, mind-breaking second.
Alex yanked his c**k from my mouth and I choked, gasping for air.
