My stomach lurched, yet my cunt flooded.
‘I’m so proud of you,’ Bobby grunted in my ear. ‘Pleasing my friends for me. What a perfect little cock-whore you are.’
Their cocks rubbed inside me, only separated by a swathe of delicate flesh. I lost myself to their touches. Bobby’s soft praise mingling with the other man’s rough treatment.
‘Look at this dirty little cunt swallowing me up,’ the man growled, before forcing two fingers inside me alongside his cock,curling them up to my g-spot. I lost any last semblance of control. The stretch was painfully delightful, causing my body to quake.
With the fullness of the cocks, and the dirtiness of their words, I came hard, squirting all over the man’s dick, my face reddening at the mess. Pleasure overtook my body, and I didn’t have time to recover before another man took his place.
All the while, Bobby was there, holding me. Claiming me. Reassuring me. Loving me.
In the way I needed.
