Page 100 of Passion Island


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Sin groaned in back of Dr. Dangerfield as she arched her back and melted around his thrust. Pound, pound, pound—oh God, yes, yes, yes. Harder. Harder. Harder.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” she grunted as saliva splashed out from her mouth. Then her mouth was being stretched wide—two huge, mushroom-sized heads between her lips.

Saint and Soul feeding her mouth; the sweet, salty mixture of their precum gathered on their tips and she suckled, edging out more of their cock juice.

Dr. Dangerfield raised her gaze as she sucked them both. And then she cried out over their dicks as Sin’s dick bumped her cervix. She gasped and mewled with every lunge inside her lush body.

“Yeah, Sin,” Saint rasped. “You hitting that shit. Beat them guts up, bruh.”

“This pussy so fucking . . . wet,” Sin breathed out. And then he groaned as her walls tightened around him. He felt the base of his spine tingling and his balls tightening. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer if he kept stroking her, so he pulled out.

“Nooo,” Dr. Dangerfield cried. “More dick. Please. Give me more.”

Nothing more needed to be said. Her wish was their command.

With her mouth full of two dicks at a time, they took turns fucking her mouth, her pussy, their strong hands grabbing her by the waist, their balls slapping wildly into her ass.

One after the other, they stretched her. Fucked into every part of her pussy until her vision blurred and all she could see through her watery eyes were white lights.

In and out, in and out . . .

Switch.

In and out, in and out . . .

Switch.

In and out, in and out . . .

Switch.

One hard dick after the other was being pulled out to be only replaced with another, lunging in, sinking deeply into every space of her core.

Dr. Dangerfield moaned, her cunt clutching wildly, each stroke making her pussy juicier than the stroke before.

More wet gurgling sounds burst from the back of her throat.

“Goddaaamn,” Saint hissed. “She’s sucking the shit out these dicks.”

Soul grunted in agreement. He’d always heard the good ole doctor was a freak. He’d be back for another round for sure—but alone.

He wanted this fine, freaky-bitch all to himself.

They fucked her until the wee hours of the morning, ravishing Dr. Dangerfield’s cunt, her mouth, giving her the most exquisite pleasure imaginable.

“Ah, God, yes.”

Click, click, click.

Her wet pussy squishes.

Click, click, click.

Her wet mouth squishes.

The sounds become a sensual melody over the sweet hum of Dr. Dangerfield’s moaning. She is plummeting over the edge, coming, coming, coming . . .

Shrieking in ecstasy.

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