They don’t wait until night.
I wake up already being moved.
Grant is on his back in the middle of the bed. The twins lift me like they’ve practiced it and lower me onto their father’s c**k. I sink down onto him with a broken sound — my p***y so wrecked and wet from five days of use that he slides in to the root in one filthy drop.
“Stay,” Grant says, hands on my hips, holding me stuffed. “Don’t ride yet. Let them get in.”
Jace climbs up behind me. Lube. Spit. The blunt head of his c**k pressing against my ass while I’m already full of their father. He pushes and the stretch makes my vision white. I feel both of them — Grant thick in my cunt, Jace forcing his way into my ass until there’s no space left inside me at all.
Cole kneels in front of my face, grabs my hair, and looks down at
