Violent Tendencies

"Fuck," Santos groans. "Make her do that again."

Darius pulls out, then slams back in, Zander pulls out, then slams back in, and their rhythm makes me a whimpering mess around Santos' cock.

"Fuck," his fingers curl into my hair. "I'm going to cum down that pretty throat."

No sooner than his words leave his mouth, he does just that, the salty, musky taste of him invading my mouth. I swallow him down and suck him softly as he pulls out from between my soft lips. He falls over onto his back on the bed and watches as Darius wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss.

It's like he’s licking Santos' taste right out of my mouth, and the thought of him swallowing Santos' dick has me almost blacking out as my orgasm bowls me over.

"So... tight…" Darius grunts up into me and groans his release.

He keeps himself lodged inside of me as Zander continues to punish my asshole.

"She's so tight," he agrees and his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. "So tight."

Then he thrusts in once more, spilling himself deep in me, and his fingers leaving bruises on my hips.

I fall forward on top of Darius and immediately pass out.