They manoeuvre me – I’m beyond helping, just a limp, f****d-out doll – until I’m straddling David. His c**k nudges my entrance.
“Sink down,” he commands.
I sink.
His c**k fills my p***y, stretching me, hitting deep. I moan – too loud – and Richard’s hand clamps over my mouth from behind.
Then he positions himself at my ass.
And pushes.
Two c***s.
Both holes.
At once.
The fullness is indescribable. I’ve never felt anything like it – David’s c**k in my p***y, Richard’s in my ass, both of them buried to the hilt inside me. I can feel them moving against each other through the thin wall separating my holes.
“Feel that?” David pants beneath me. “Feel us both inside you?”
I can only sob against Richard’s rough hand.
They start to move.
Not together – opposing strokes, so when David
