Jake spooned me from behind, his massive c**k still rock-hard and pressed hot along the crack of my ass. Mark lay facing me, stroking my c*m-streaked t**s slow and possessive, pinching my sore n*****s until I whimpered.
Jake’s hand slid down my stomach and between my thighs. He scooped up some of the leaking mess and rubbed it over my swollen c**t in lazy circles. Even that light touch made me jolt, oversensitive and desperate.
“Time to really stuff this greedy cunt,” Jake murmured against my ear. “You’re going to sit on my d**k and keep me buried deep while your husband f***s that pretty mouth again.”
Mark’s eyes darkened with fresh hunger. He nodded and shifted up onto his knees in front of my face.
Jake rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I ended up straddling him reverse,
