Chapter 3
They gave me maybe five seconds to adjust, then started moving, slow at first, pulling out together, pushing back in together, the friction insane, every ridge and vein dragging against my walls and against each other inside me.
My c**t was trapped between their bodies, rubbed raw with every thrust.
I lost it, I started crying hardly, ugly sobs mixed with moans I couldn’t control, my p***y clenching and spasming around the impossible fullness, pleasure and pain twisted so tight I couldn’t tell them apart anymore.
Victor reached around and started kneading my t**s roughly, pinching my n*****s so hard I screamed again, twisting them, almost tearing at the sensitive flesh while Vincent grabbed my throat lightly, holding me in place so they could f**k me deeper.
They picked up
