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A hard fuck, I decide. She wants a hard fuck.

AJ sits up, pulling his cock out of her. She moans at his withdrawal. But it only lasts a moment because he repositions, sitting up on his knees, and pushes her all the way down onto my chest.

Our lips find each other again. Kiss. Just as AJ covers her back with his body and slips his cock back in.

It’s like nothing else I can describe. This feeling of his dick sliding along mine. Nothing else.

And then he pounds her. Pounds me too. So hard Yvette and I slip up to the top of the bed and our heads hit the headboard with each forward thrust.

He slaps her ass and a loud crack echoes through the room. Yvette squeals in pain or maybe pleasure. Or probably both. And he does it again.

I want to close my eyes and just… experience it. Just enjoy it.

But AJ has other plans. Because he yanks her up off my chest by her hair. Wraps it tightly around his fist like it’s a rope. This makes her sit up straight and arch her back and she says, “Choke me.”

I blink my eyes at her. Almost ask her to repeat that.

But I heard her. So I do it.

I wrap both my hands around her throat and squeeze. Not too hard, but not too light either.

Her eyes flutter and close and she flops forward as she blacks out.

I release the pressure and a few seconds later she opens them again, smiling. “Do it again,” she says, sitting up.

All the while AJ is fucking us like a maniac. Thrusting forward with wild abandon.

I hesitate, caught up in the experience.

Yvette slaps me. Hard. Right across my face, and says, “Do it again!”

So I do. I squeeze until she passes out and flops forward.

She takes a few more seconds to come back this time, but she demands, “Again,” the minute she’s fully conscious.

I shake my head no and she raises her hand to slap me, but AJ catches her by the wrist and says, “Be good, Yvette,” in his low, throaty, killing voice. “Be a good girl and come.” And then he pushes her forward onto my chest and pounds her hard.

Unrelentingly hard.

I wrap my arms around her shoulders when she resists and tries to sit up. Force her to stay put as we fuck.

She struggles and says, “Do it again! Do it again!”

But AJ has other things in mind. Because he withdraws, backs up, pulling Yvette by her hair as he swings her small body around. My cock slips out and by the time I sit up to see what he’s doing, he’s got her laid out flat on the bed, face up. Her head dangling over the side of the mattress.

He points to me and says, “Fuck her pussy while I ram my cock down her throat.”

I look at Yvette and find her laughing.

“Do it,” AJ says.

I open her legs, lift her knees up to her breasts, and slip my dick inside her just as AJ enters her throat.

She gags, still laughing, her hands wrapped around his shaft.

I grip her hips and fuck her hard, just like AJ was doing moments before. And then his cock disappears inside her throat and her hands reach back until they find his thighs. She tries to make him back off, but he doesn’t.

She wants it hard? She wants it dirty?

OK. That’s what we give her.

AJ leans forward, holding her head tight until her whole face is pressed up against his stomach. I watch, and then he looks up at me and smiles.

Leans forward and kisses me on the mouth. Whispers… “You’re welcome,” as his tongue plays with mine.

Yvette gags and AJ leans back, breaking our kiss. Pulling his cock out of Yvette’s mouth. It’s dripping with her saliva and I can’t stop looking at it.

So hard, so long, so thick.

And then he grabs my head, brings my face towards him, shoves it down my throat, and says… “Come. Right now.”

And we do. Yvette’s pussy clamps around my dick as her body goes limp

AJ’s cock shudders inside my mouth as he groans and fists my hair.

My cock stiffens and my balls go tight.

And we come.

Chapter Nineteen – AJ

Logan pushes me away, my come spilling out of his mouth. I wonder what he’s gonna do about that? Will he hit me?

I don’t really care.

I’m fucking smiling so big.

“You dick,” he says, wiping his mouth. “What the fuck?”

I grab Yvette by the shoulders and sit her up. Her body is soft and compliant and doesn’t resist. I pick her up and throw her down on the bed, making her squeal.

I slap the top of her thigh and say, “Move over.” And she does. So I get in beside her. “Just come here,” I tell Logan, who is still kneeling near the end of the bed, wiping his face.

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