Marcus didn’t let me answer the text.
He pulled his fingers free, hauled me off the bench, and bent me over it again so my chest was flat against the padding and my ass was in the air. c*m from the last round was still leaking down my thighs. Adrian moved behind me, shoved into my cunt with one hard thrust, and started f*****g me deep and steady while Cole fed his c**k back into my mouth. The wet sounds were immediate and filthy. Marcus stood to the side, stroking himself, watching his brothers use me.
“Answer him after,” Marcus said. “Right now you’re busy.”
Adrian’s hips snapped harder. Every stroke rocked me forward onto Cole. Spit ran down my chin and onto the bench. Marcus reached under and rubbed my c**t in tight circles until I came, clenching around Adrian, gushing, muffled sobs
