The white bodysuit was tight against my skin, thin fabric showing every curve, as I waited on the white sheets. I wore it with nothing underneath, sitting on the edge of the mattress in the dark room, when I heard the knock. When I opened the door to find both of them there—two shadows in black outfits filling my doorway—I moved back and let them in without speaking.
They entered quiet, four hands immediately on me, mouths on my throat and collarbone. I gasped when fingers pushed under my white bodysuit, rough and urgent, finding how wet I was. Embarrassingly so. They knew. The white fabric was pulled aside, my body exposed to their hungry eyes as they pushed me onto the sheets.
I ended up on my stomach, face down in the pillow, ass up while one drove into me from behind, slamming deep. The other moved around, offered himself to my mouth, and I took him because I wanted to be full everywhere. They used me like that, passing me back and forth, my white bodysuit torn and twiste
Raul Costa, Butt Spencer, Francis_x, Kwini Kim
Raul Costa, Butt Spencer, Francis_x, Kwini Kim
Raul Costa, Butt Spencer, Francis_x, Asandra Dewy
