Chapter 3
“That’s barely scratching the itch, you idiots, more, I need more, your c***s aren’t enough alone, force both in my p***y, stretch it wider, fill me completely,” I snarled, the craving turning me feral, voice rough with demand, their faces paling with terror even as their c***s twitched back to life.
“Both? In your cunt? f**k, Lucy, that’ll tear you up, you’re already wrecked,” Murphy stammered, but his hands trembled with excitement as he positioned himself again, sliding in slow, then Scott pressing beside him, the heads both nudging my entrance, forcing inch by inch, the burn intense, my p***y protesting with a deep ache but yielding, walls clamping down on the double thickness, their c***s rubbing together inside me as they rocked, grunts mixing with my wails that morphed i
