They carried me upstairs like I was made of glass and sin at the same time. David had me cradled against his chest, my legs wrapped around his waist, his half-hard c**k sliding against my sloppy p***y with every step.
Ryan followed, one hand lazily stroking himself, the other tracing the c*m leaking from my stretched ass down the backs of my thighs.
The bedroom door shut behind us with a soft click that sounded like surrender. David laid me in the center of the massive bed, black silk sheets cool against my overheated skin and climbed up after me.
He didn’t speak. He just spread my legs wide, hooked them over his shoulders, and buried his face between my thighs.
His tongue pushed straight into my c*m-filled p***y, scooping out the mixed loads of him and Ryan, swallowing greedily.
