The visual is gorgeous and yet so dirty too. Her ass is huge and white with big, creamy cheeks and a dark slit down the middle. But it’s tempting too, and the cheeks part slightly to reveal the ruby red lips within.
“Is this good?” she asks, her voice slightly muffled. “Can you do what you need to do?”
Domenico runs a large finger down her middle slit, and she squeals and shivers as a result.
“Oh yeah,” he replies. “You’re perfect.” Then he turns to me. “She’s real wet, my friend. You want to go first?”
I’ve been rubbing myself up and down, and nod shortly. I need to get into Melissa, otherwise I’m going to erupt right here on the bathroom floor.
But this isn’t the time to go fast because I want her to feel every ridge along my tool. Slowly, I line myself up in back of that big heart and point my rod at her tiny opening. Seed glistens on my tip and her folds are ripe and ready, swollen and wet.
“Here goes, cara,” I growl. “Enjoy it.”
With that, I slip the head in, and she moans with pleasure on the other side.
“More,” Melissa begs. “Give me more.”
A gush of wetness accompanies her words, and slowly, I ease my way into those tiny depths. Oh shit, she feels so good. She’s warm, pulsing and absolutely soaked. Her sugar walls hug me tight, and I hold still for a minute inside her. This is the way a man and woman were meant to be.
But I have to let Melissa feel all of me, including my movements. Slowly, I pull out, only to have her hole pulsing and blinking at me once more.
“Give it to me!” she cries with desperation from the other side of the wall. “I need it!”
Of course, I’m a man who gives generously. I slide my huge ten-inch length into her waiting snatch, impressed at how the ruby red sucks me up. Then, I pull out once more, before pressing inside. We’re both moaning now, unable to help ourselves.
But there’s an experiment to carry out.
“Brother,” rasps Domenico beside me. “My turn.”
Of course. Slowly, I pull out, my rod glistening with her need, before stepping away. Then Domenico takes my place and pushes into Melissa, making her squeal with pleasure.
“Sweetheart, do you know who this is?” I ask rhetorically. “Is it me or Domenico?”
There’s no answer as she pants because of course, right now Melissa is merely focused on the deeds being done to her body. My friend pushes in and out of her a few times, giving it to her deep, before pulling out. Then I take his place and begin enjoying her soft, womanly hole again.
“Oohhhh,” she moans on the other side, delirious with pleasure.
“Can you feel it?” growls Domenico, his rod hard and ready to go. “Remember what this man feels like, and then what the next man feels like too.”
We switch then, and my buddy slips his hardness into her. Melissa lets out another choked cry, and sure enough, her kitty begins to pulse. The walls are squeezing Domenico tight, and his balls raise as well, getting ready to spew.
Suddenly, it happens. Domenico and Melissa crest at the same time, and she lets out a scream of pleasure as her pussy contracts with hard, rhythmic pulses. Domenico flies over the edge as well, and from my vantage point, I can literally see his rod pulsing at the base as he pumps hot seed into the fertile girl.
But I need to get into her too, so he pulls out, dripping, and I step right in. I push into her spasming wetness and am immediately forced over the edge.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Oh shit!”
Hot jets of male virility spew through my pole, drenching her fertile fields with need. I pump and pump and pump, but there’s just so much. I have gallons to give, and like a good girl, Melissa takes it all.
She mewls and moans on the other side, her heart shape the receptacle for our desires. She squeezes me dry, draining me of every last drop all the while crying out our names melodiously.
“Matteo!” she screams. “Oh, Domenico. It’s SO GOOD!”
With that, I pump one last squirt into her, squeezing her big white cheeks as I spasm. Oh shit. This girl has taken everything my friend and I have to give, and yet it’s still not enough. We need Melissa to be ours, in every sense of the word, and we won’t give up until it’s done.
7
Melissa
I carefully work my way out of the reverse glory hole. My bottom is big and it’s stuck tight inside, but with some wiggling, I manage to get myself out.
Slowly, I straighten. Ugh, I must look a mess. My hair is probably going in all directions, and there’s a pinkish circular crease around my thighs and lower back where I pushed myself into the cut-out.
