Ethan and Caleb have me pinned. My back is arched over the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide, ankles locked in Caleb’s scarred grip as he slams his c**k into my p***y from above, each thrust so deep the headboard slams the wall. Ethan kneels over my face, knees pinning my shoulders, his thick c**k f*****g my throat in long, brutal strokes that leave spit dripping down my chin onto my bare t**s.
The house is quiet except for the wet slap of skin and my muffled moans; Aunt Clara’s room is two doors down, and the thought of her waking, hearing her nephews destroy their cousin, makes my p***y clench so hard Caleb groans.
“f**k, she’s tight tonight,” Caleb rasps, spreading my thighs wider, almost painfully, and driving in harder. His hips piston like he’s trying to split me open, balls
