Alien Bride

“Mmph,” she whispers. “I want all three of you inside me.”

Is she crazy? All of us? That’s impossible. Her pussy is too tight. She’d never fit us.

But the look in her eyes is defiant and true, just like expression of the women in those statues. It defies any logic, but that’s what love does.

We will have to tease her open...

I pull out and eye Lök. His thick and meaty cock rests between his thumb and forefinger. He’s ready to go.

“Your turn,” I growl, a little jealous I have to buck out for my alien brethren.

Lök slaps his cock against Emma’s dark pink pussy lips, splashing the wetness that keeps on dripping to the concrete below.

“Don’t tease me,” she purrs.

I figure that’s a command to tease even more, so I lower to the ground and take her hips from below. I ease her clit into my mouth.

First, I’m gentle, slowly dragging hood up with my tongue. That small bead of pleasure is already peaking through, so I give her more of my mouth.

She growls and tries to roll away, but my alpha instincts kick in. She may be our queen, but we are the ones bearing hard gifts. We’re not letting go, until she sees what’s inside.

Lök penetrates and moans.

Taking her hair, he pulls and gains control. Her chin rises, and a big smile forms across her face. Sticky liquid drips down his balls as he thrusts.

“Yes,” she grunts. “Take me.”

“Yeah?” Lök whispers.

“You demand this alien cock?”

“I need it,” she groans.

“How badly?”

He lets go, and she drops her head, chest pumping, tits bouncing. She is like a feral animal, locked in heat and consumed by her warrior predators.

Just as we cannot escape her heart, she cannot escape our fuck.

So I rise and tower above her. I jerk my shaft and make her know what I want.

“Suck it,” I command.

As Lök pumps her open, she drops her chin and exhales. “Give it to me,” she mutters, tongue past her lips. “Fill me.”

I take her chin and grin. “Yes, cunt.”

I use her face, gliding my cock onto her wet, spongy tongue. She closes her lips, moans muffled, airway caught.

She has turned into something else. She is insatiable.

“Mmm, good Emma. So good,” I whisper, seething with satisfaction.

Lök rides from behind as I take the front, but Rekker has been watching like a perverted hawk.

Patiently, he sits back against the statue, stroking and edging.

Her esophagus slides perfectly around my shaft. “Join us,” I say.