A big hand slides over my sore bottom, thick fingers brushing lightly between my thighs.
“She’s wet,” Alexios purrs.
I arch my hips up, let him touch me more. It feels good, and I like this man who speaks with the accent of someone from very far away.
“Good,” Keanau replies, his voice more guttural than before.
Their desire is like a force I can feel, a male energy that wraps around me, turns the heat from Tore’s spanking into something more pleasurable. Alexios’ hand slides away, to be replaced with another one. I don’t know which one of them it is. I may never know, I realize, when they take me like this. Surrounded by men, they begin to feel like one masculine beast with eight arms and four c***s.
“She’s not ready for us tonight.”
I look up and pout at Tore, then try to modulate m
