The question didn’t even finish leaving Natalie’s mouth before Xavier’s hand snapped out like a whip, grabbing a thick fistful of her hair so hard her entire body jerked.
The sound was brutal, flesh, scalp, breath ripped into submission.
“No.”
His voice was Cold. Hard. Final.
Natalie gasped. Her mouth still slick with Sky’s c*m. Her face smeared in juices. Her chin glistening with the mess of spit, squirt, and thick white cream she hadn’t even been allowed to swallow.
Her tongue hovered just inches from Sky’s throbbing c**t, the scent of Xavier’s c*m thick in the air, heady, musky, addictive.
But he didn’t soften. Didn’t let go.
He tightened his grip.
Her neck strained back. Her throat arched. Her moan caught in her lungs as he leaned over her, his chest flexing, his c**k still b
