Mark’s c**k was still deep inside me, thick and slick with how soaked I’d gotten from their mouths and fingers. I was gasping, crying, riding him slow while Ethan licked me from behind, one hand kneading my ass while the other stayed on my c**t, keeping me just shy of breaking.
Then Ethan pulled back.
I felt the shift, the pause in rhythm, the silence before something brutal. Mark looked up at him, breath rough, voice low. “You serious?”
Ethan grinned. “She can take it.”
I froze. My whole body seized with that one line. I turned my head, breath catching. “W-What?”
Mark didn’t answer. His hands slid down my ass, spreading me wider while I still sat on his c**k, buried to the root.
Ethan knelt behind me. I felt his hand first, sliding between my thighs, pressing against where Mark’s c*
