Then he stopped being gentle.
He grabbed Nixx’s head with both hands and shoved him down on his c**k, hips punching up, f*****g his mouth. Nixx gagged once and took it anyway, eyes watering, spit running down Benny’s shaft onto my wrist where I was still pumping two fingers in and out of his ass.
“That’s it,” Benny gasped. “Take it. f**k—JJ, don’t stop. Finger my ass while he chokes on me.”
I added a third finger because he was open enough, because he asked for it with his whole body. The stretch made him groan into the ceiling. I f****d his ass on my fingers the way he had f****d me—deep, steady, mean on that spot—while Nixx’s throat worked around his c**k.
Nixx’s hand was on his own c**k, stroking. I was soaked just watching them.
“I’m going to come,” Benny warned. “Don’t you pull o
