I look between them. Father and son. Both hard again. Both wanting more.
"Yes."
James lies back on the dirt floor.
I straddle him, sink down onto his c**k with a moan that I barely muffle. He’s deep – so deep – and my p***y is already swollen, sensitive, overflowing with his first load.
Michael moves behind me.
I expect him to position at my ass. Instead, I feel his c**k nudge against my p***y – alongside James.
“Same hole,” he murmurs. “I want to feel my son while we fill you.”
He pushes.
The stretch is impossible – two c***s forcing into the same opening, spreading me wider than I’ve ever been. I’m shaking, crying, biting my hand to keep from screaming as they both work their way inside.
Finally – both seated. Both buried in my p***y. Father and son, filling me completely.
“Mov
