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“Sinth.” My name breaks on her lips, half moan, half plea.

“I’ve got you.” I press my forehead to hers, watching her face the entire time—eyes glazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep.

Every roll of my hips pulls a fresh sound out of her, breathless and unguarded.

Chris’s hand slides lower, finding where we’re joined, and her whole body jolts at the added pressure.

“You’re gonna make me come,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Do it,” Wayne murmurs, awed. “Come on that dick.”

“Oh, yeah?” Her cry is a bit louder now, her eyes still locked to mine.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, stroking her hair backward.

“God, I’m coming,” she announces, her face a mask of ecstasy.

She is indeed. I feel it in the way she tightens around me, the way her moans stack faster, higher, her nails dragging down my back as she chases it.

“Let go,” I tell her, quietly. “We’re right here.”

She does, and her dam explodes, squirting all over my shaft. The sound she makes is strangled, and I follow her over the edge a moment later, buried deep, her name breaking from my own mouth this time.

“Charlize, oh, Charlize.”

***

Wayne

My turn comes fast, hungry, nothing like Sinth’s patience.

I have her on her knees with her chest pressed flat on the mattress. I’m tugging at a handful of her hair, tilting her head back just enough to watch her face while I take her from behind.

She’s still trembling from Sinth, still slick and swollen. And the second I push into her, she cries out loud enough that I feel it more than hear it.

“Oh, my God, Wayne. It’s so big.” She buries her face in a pillow, the stuffed fabric muffling her cries.

“You like that shit?” I spank her ass, watching the spot turn pink.

“Yes, my lord.” She grips the sheets, the bed creaking under our weight.

“That’s it, cutie,” I growl, low, my grip tightening slightly in her hair. “You take me so well.”

Chris kneels in front of her now, tipping her chin up so her mouth meets his, swallowing whatever sound she makes next.

Sinth’s hand slides down and settles on her pussy while I continue from behind, snapping my hips forward hard enough that her whole body rocks with it.

Her moans turn into something higher, needier, muffled against Chris’s mouth every time she breaks for air.

“Fuck, cutie.” My grip in her hair tightens further, guiding her, and she pushes back against me like she can’t get enough. “You feel incredible.”

“And you fill me up nicely,” she cries. “It’s so deep in my stomach.”

Her walls clench tight around me, and I feel my own control fraying fast, chasing the exact rhythm that has her shaking beneath me, sounds spilling out broken and desperate.

“Wayne—oh, my God—Wayne.” My name catches, breaks apart entirely as she adds more urgently. “I think I’m coming again.”

“Yes, give it to me.”