Two wolves. One prey. That s how this starts.
Tattooed arms everywhere, grabbing, pulling, spreading. I m on the bed and they re already on me, no warning, no gentle entry. One shoves his cock down my throat before I can gasp, the other yanks my legs apart and slams into my pussy. Full. Completely full. No space left for thought, for air, for anything but the sensation of being split in two.
They move like they share a mind. When one pulls back, the other thrusts forward. Keeping me balanced on the edge of consciousness, always filled, always stretched. My tattooed skin is red from hands, from stubble, from the friction of being used so hard. I can feel my own drool dripping down my chin, mixing with sweat, making my body slick and easy to handle.
They flip me like I m weightless. Now my face is mashed into the mattress, ass in the air, while one pounds from behind and the other waits his turn, stroking himself, watching my holes get wrecked. Then they switch. And
