Ryan didn’t speak.
He just dropped to his knees behind me, grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise, and drove his c**k straight into my c*m-filled cunt in one brutal thrust.
The sound was filthy—wet, loud, and obscene. Cole’s load was still thick inside me; Ryan’s c**k forced it out around his shaft in heavy white gushes that ran down my thighs and onto the rug. He bottomed out instantly, balls slapping against my messy p***y, and stayed there for a second, breathing hard.
“f**k… it’s so warm,” he muttered. “You’re already full of him and you’re still this wet for me.”
He started f*****g me like he was trying to erase his brother’s c*m with his own. Deep, punishing strokes that made my t**s swing and my face smear the remaining spit and Elias’s c*m across the rug. Every time he pulled ba
