Marco’s fingers slid out of me with a wet stretch, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. I gasped, half in relief, half in loss, until the blunt head of his c**k pressed against me.
“Breathe,” Marco muttered, voice rough and tight. His hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he pushed forward slowly.
The stretch burned, sharp at first, then melting into heat as my body opened around him. I bit down on a groan, but Rafael was right there, shoving his c**k against my lips.
“Open up, pretty boy,” he said, voice dark with hunger.
I obeyed, my mouth stretching around him as Marco sank deeper. The double sensation had me shaking, moaning around Rafael’s c**k as it slid down my throat.
“f**k,” Rafael hissed, thrusting shallow, feeding me more inch by inch. “He’s perfect.”
Marco
