All Holes Taken (9)
One cóck still stretched my pússy. The other filled my áss. I could feel both of them twitching inside me, buried to the base, keeping me wide and exposed. My body pulsed helplessly around them, still clenching, still wrung out from too much pleasure. Every small movement made me jolt. Even the weight of them inside me kept pushing pleasure through my exhausted nerves.
Hands roamed across my hips and thighs. A palm grazed my ribs. Fingers brushed my spine. Their voices stayed close, low and filthy, murmured into my ears. I couldn’t tell who was saying what. The blindfold kept everything dark, kept me inside my body with no sense of what was coming next.
I didn’t want it off.
I didn’t want anything to stop.
Jay’s lips pressed to my cheek again. His breath was war
