Darcy wraps a hand around my throat, probing deeper with his huge fucking cock while Madeline writhes beneath me in desperation, seeking a release she’s not going to get.
Not from Darcy, anyway.
But my hands are still free…and what the hell. I’ve always considered myself the giving type.
Darcy makes me orgasm with his cock. I make the escort orgasm too.
When he pulls out, the cum drips down onto the escort. I lick it off.
As Darcy thrusts away at my pussy with his massive fucking cock, I slip my fingers between Madeline’s legs and into her slick, tight cunt.
“Take it, Lizzie!” Darcy snarls.
“Take it, Madeline,” I whisper in an echo as I finger Madeline in time with Darcy’s rhythm.
This is like fucking mad. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Maybe unlike anything I’ll ever feel again.
This isn’t anything that I could ever have with any other man. Judging by the way Darcy is pounding me, he knows it too.
Any other man wouldn’t be able to make me feel safe the way Darcy does.
Any other man wouldn’t make me feel so secure.
Hell. Darcy has two hot, willing women in bed with him. Any other man might have came so many times already; he wouldn’t be able to satisfy even one of us, let alone both.
But Darcy isn’t like other men. And his cock isn’t like other cocks.
“Oh GOD,” Madeline and I moan together.
We’re both at Darcy’s mercy now. I’m edging on another orgasm as Darcy’s insanely big dick pushes inside me again and again, giving my G-spot the time of its life.
And Madeline is right there with me, taking pleasure from my fingers as I give her own G-spot a proper working over with little come-hither motions that make her grind against me like a bitch in heat.
I’m grinding against Darcy in the exact same way. There’s nothing rational or reasonable about this anymore.
It’s pure fucking chaos. Biology. Anatomy. Want and need.
“Fuck yes, Lizzie,” Darcy grunts. He’s pushing his words out through his teeth, and I know he’s going to come any minute now.
Come inside me. As deep as any cock could ever go.
“Fuck yes, Madeline,” I echo. My voice is light, airy. Like my head is in the clouds.
Madeline and I are both whimpering now. She’s totally unable to make coherent words. I’m not much better.
My dirty talk has been reduced to mirroring whatever Darcy is growling as he takes me from behind while he squeezes my throat.
“Take it, Lizzie!”
“Take it, Madeline!”
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god,” Madeline whines beneath me.
It’s hard to say which one of us comes first. As it’s happening, it feels like we all come together. All at once.
We stop being three people fucking like absolute animals. We become one pile of cum and moans and pleasure.
It’s transcendental.