I lie back and spread my legs obscenely wide.
Frank climbs between my thighs. Jake circles to the other side of the bed, stroking himself, watching his father line up at my entrance.
Frank doesn’t ease in.
He slams home – one brutal thrust that punches the air from my lungs. Jake’s hand covers my mouth before I can scream, pressing hard enough that I can barely breathe.
Frank bottoms out. Grinds deep.
“Tight,” he groans. “Tighter than your mother. Wetter too.”
The comparison makes me clench around him.
He pulls back and drives in again – harder. His hand wraps around my throat and squeezes. Not gentle. Not testing. Full pressure, cutting off my airflow completely.
My vision tunnels.
Every sensation amplifies – his c**k dragging against my walls, Jake’s hand over my mouth, the wron
