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“Use your tongue on her pussy until she’s begging for cock,” Salvatore rasps, his hand sliding up and down his shaft in time with Antonio’s tongue moving in and out of my pussy. Antonio uses his tongue to bring me to the brink of pleasure before backing off, his fingers running up and down my slit, teasing my entrance.
My eyes drift shut; waves of indescribable pleasure run through me. I can’t breathe, can’t think. I can’t do anything but feel the things this man is doing to my body. Suddenly, I feel lips wrapping around my nipple, pulling it deep into their mouth. My eyes fly open, locking with Matteo’s, his lips wrapped around my nipple through my shirt.
“Christ, she loves it,” Salvatore says roughly, his hand picking up speed. “More.”
Matteo’s hand slides over my shoulder, kneading my other tit in his palm. My nerve endings become more sensitive with each of their movements.
Their eyes are focused on Antonio’s face buried between my folds, their arms moving up and down their cocks. “What does she taste like?”
He hums against my pussy, sucking my swollen nub into his mouth, and then his middle finger tucks inside me, stretching my walls, making my hips rear off the table.
“Peaches and Cream,” Antonio murmurs before sliding his finger free and raising his hand toward his brother’s mouth.
Salvatore wraps his lips around Antonio’s fingers, pulling them deep into his mouth with a groan. “Delicious.”
Matteo whimpers softly, his body hanging over me as his fingers brush against my swollen nub before shoving them into his mouth. “Please,” he begs, his eyes focused on Salvatore, waiting for his permission.
“Do you ache, Celia?” I whimper at Salvatore’s question, unable to find the words to describe the need flowing through my body. “Do you want Antonio to fuck you while I watch you suck Matteo’s cock?”
I nod my head, my mouth watering with need.
“Answer my question, Celia.”
“Y—yes.”
“Make her scream.”
Antonio makes quick work of his pants and boxers, his cock covered in milky liquid and pointing in the air. My eyes widen in surprise at the size of him, wanting to slide away, but I stay where I am. His hand wraps around my ankle, pulling me to the end of the table. “I want you so badly.”
Reaching upward, I pull his mouth down to mine, kissing him. He freezes in surprise for a moment before devouring me whole.
“Fuck her.”
“With pleasure,” Antonio rasps, his eyes glazed with need as he reaches between us, lining up his cock with my core and pushing inside. “She’s so fucking wet.” He pants, his chest heaving as he widens my legs, slipping further inside me. I wince in pain, but it’s quickly replaced by waves of pleasure bubbling deep in my belly.
The rustling sound of fabric reaches my ears as Matteo brushes the tip of his cock against my lips. “Open for me,Piccolo passero.”My lips part on their own, his cock hitting the back of my throat. A feeling of fullness overwhelms me, both men taking what they need from my body.
Salvatore appears in my periphery, his hand caressing my cheek before clenching tightly on my nose. Panicking, my eyes widen, begging him to let go. To let me breathe.
“Shhhh,” he whispers in my ear. His other hand grips my neck tightly, cutting off the little amount of air I still have.
“My hand is cutting off the blood flow through the veins in your neck, causing blood to congest in your brain.”
I feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded, my mind swimming as I struggle for air. But instead of freezing in fear, my hips buck off the table, searching for more friction.
“Such a dirty girl,” Salvatore whispers, releasing his grip on my nose. I pull in a deep breath, filling my lungs with air before he does it again. I don’t panic this time, letting the waves of endorphins fill my body as I climb toward my release.
“The oxygen level in your brain is dropping. Carbon dioxide levels are rising, intensifying your pleasure exponentially.”
Strangled sounds fill the still space as my eyes flick to Salvatore, who is pumping his fist up and down frantically, the last bits of his control failing before my eyes.
“I need to know what it feels like. Tell me. Please.” Salvatore moans as he strokes his cock, Matteo pumping his hips forward, gagging me with his cock as Salvatore’s hand tightens around my throat.
“Christ.” Matteo’s breathing is labored, glancing up in a daze to find his head raised to the ceiling, the cord in his neck pulled taut, straining to keep up his head. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can’t wait any longer.”
“I can’t stop.” Strangled sounds fill the space. “She’s strangling my cock. Tightening.” Antonio swears loudly, gripping my hips tightly and setting a bruising pace.
I squeeze my eyes shut as unfathomable pleasure courses through my body. The deepest part of me is clenching and releasing, as Matteo rips his cock from between my lips, coating my face with his cum. My tongue slips out, licking my lips. The salty flavor of his cum explodes over my taste buds.
