“Ah, fuck,” Walker grunts as I hollow my cheeks, swallowing him down my throat.
I feel the slickness between my thighs, my pussy needing to feel full.
“Keep going, Baby Girl. You’re being such a good girl. Your punishment is almost over.”
I double my efforts, sucking them harder, flicking my tongue over the parts that make them crazy.
When I start to feel their cocks grow even harder, I sit back, using my hands to finish them off.
Santiago’s release comes first. He shouts, his words echoing off the walls.
I aim this tip toward my chest, allowing his warm ropes of cum to paint my chest and my neck.
Walker follows shortly, Santiago is still working through his climax. Walker’s seed mixes with Santiago’s landing on my tits and covering my hands.
Once I’ve wrung out every drop of pleasure from them, I release their cocks, and they stare down at me, their eyes wide with amazement.
I keep my eyes locked with theirs as I drag my finger through the mess on my chest and bring it to my mouth. I suck my finger the same way I sucked their shafts.
They groan in unison.
“Damn, that’s sexy.”
“So damn hot.”
“Punishment over,” Walker declares, lifting me up by my arms. “Santi, on your back.”
Santiago rushes to do as Walker demands, lying on the floor. As he does, Walker leans down, capturing my lips with his, tasting a mix of himself and Santiago, groaning into my mouth.
When the kiss ends, he clenches his teeth, as if he’s holding back.
Straddling Santi’s thighs, I press my chest to his, my sensitive nipples dragging across his chest hair.
Walker kneels in between Santiago’s legs behind me. He bends forward, placing his mouth by my ear. “We’re both going to take your cunt, Baby Girl. At the same time. Think you can handle that?”
I nod vigorously, my channel clenching around nothing but air.
“Santiago, you first,” Walker instructs.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Santiago comments.
We move our hips together, and I’m so wet that his shaft easily slips inside. We moan together, reveling in the sensation of our connection.
Walker presses a hand to my back, tipping me all the way forward, so my chest rests completely on Santiago’s.
“Relax, Blake.”
I nod, feeling his tip at my entrance.
I don’t know how the hell he’s going to fit, but I can’t say I’m not excited.
At an agonizingly slow pace, Walker enters in shallow thrusts, less than an inch at a time.
My vision blurs, all I can focus on is how full I feel.
So incredibly full.
“Damn, Blake. You’re so wet that I’m sliding right in,” Walker grunts in my ear.
