Not surrender.
Not submit to the limb melting sensations rocking my hips forward as my frame is led in the opposite direction.
As abruptly as I was stolen, I’m abandoned.
Deserted for Zero to experience the same licentious tongue berating I received.
Garcia clamps his hand on top of mine and uses our joint grip to viciously pin them together on top of my shoulder.
Wet sloppy swipes alongside growingly possessive groans directly beside my ear are gifted whimpers and whines and needy pulls.
Pulls that barely precede my legs being looped over Little One’s arms.
Pussy spread wide for the taking.
And being taken is exactly what happens except not by him.
Garcia effortlessly glides himself inside prompting my back to arch on a pleased gasp; however, not even a breath later, my soaking wet muscles are slowly stretched further by an additional invasion, one I’ve never experienced or expected.
My hiss of discomfort severs their connection and redirects the grump of a man behind me to brush his lips against the shell of my ear, “Be a good, little, slutty princess for Master…” The words as much as the raspy tone are bestowed additional wet waves.“Relax.” A low guttural grumble sends my eyes rolling into the back of my skull.“Let him enjoy his two favorite toys at the same time.”
I don’t object.
I don’t resist.
I simply let my head loll forward where it rests against Zero.
Zero whose fingers are mercilessly digging into the back of my thighs and hips each time another inch grates itself along Garcia’s dick, determined to join him in tearing me in two.
“Fuckkkkk,” he huffs, hot air feathering my lips, “this feels good.” The tip of his tongue steals a taste of mine.“Too good.” Another swipe is slipped in.“Too fucking perfect, baby.”
“She is our perfect, little, slutty princess,” praises the second male prior to his hand sliding itself around and down towards my clit.“¿No es así?”
Not answering isn’t an option courtesy of the first caress he makes.“Yes.”
“Yes…” he rolls his middle digit around so agonizingly slow that I easily forget about everything else, “what?”
“Master,” airily leaves my lips.
“Fuck,” purrs Little One, forehead crashing into mine.“I can’t believe I can feel you both…”
“Y ahora,” Master applies more pressure to my swollen nub in tandem with pulling his hips back, cock delivering a delicious dragging motion, “I’ll fuck you both.”
There’s barely time for my fingers to grasp onto Little One’s wet locks before we’re both met with a harsher slam.
Gasps are snatched from each of us while grunts propel themselves out of his throat like offerings to be savagely guzzled down.
Master’s free hand relocates itself onto Little One’s hip, needing the leverage for the next, somehow harsher pound.
“F…” is all that our shaggy haired partner manages to croak as he jerks forward, desperate for more friction, more strokes, more satisfaction, thoughtlessly providing all three to me in the process.“Mas…” Our heads bumping into one another suddenly becomes our mouths.Tongues.“P…”
“Qué…buen…chico…” murmurs Master, teeth grating across the side of my neck, sporadically inching over to have my tongue or Little One’s.“Our.” He heaves harder.“Good.” And harsher.“Boy.” Bowing my back is attached to a louder scream.“Such a slutty, little Princess…” The actions repeat, increasing in speed.“Our.” Savagery.“Slutty.” Sharpness.“Princesa.”
Wetness ceaselessly whirls around both cocks, drowning them to the same frenzied pacing they’re overpowering me with.
One brazen buck from Little One is instantly met by two more from Master while two from Master spurs another ruthless rock that’s topped by an even more brutal pump, essentially reigniting the first action, leaving me trapped in a cycle of carnal, toe curling torture.
There’s no room for me to move.
