Vincent’s fingers curled and found that spot that made my vision white out. I moaned around Roman’s c**k and drooled more. Roman cursed and shoved deeper, holding me there while I choked.
“She’s going to come on your hand,” Roman said. “Look at her. Fat little w***e can’t even hold it.”
Vincent didn’t stop. He rubbed that spot and slapped my ass with his other hand in the same rhythm. The slaps landed on already-red skin. My whole ass bounced. My belly swung. I came hard, clenching around his fingers, a gush of wetness running down my thighs onto the floor. I made a broken sound around the c**k in my throat.
They didn’t give me time to recover.
Vincent pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my ass cheek. Then I heard his belt. The sound of a zipper. The blunt, hot head of his c**k li
