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One of the guys behind me—I’m not sure if it’s Valentin or Artem—places his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushes my head down until my ass is in the air. Grisha sits back with my breasts in his face, carrying on with his skillful touches, no doubt contributing to the growing throb making itself known between my legs.
Now that I’m bent forward, someone’s hands are smoothing over my ass, alternately taking fistfuls of my flesh, parting my cheeks, and giving me light, playful smacks.
A far cry from what they gave me my first night at the house.
Below me, Grisha opens his trousers, exposing his erection. I start to reach for it, his beautiful, hard cock with a glistening drop forming on the tip, but he slaps my hand away.
“No. Not your hand. Lower your pussy on me,” he quietly demands.
I crawl up on the sofa with one leg on either side of him, and balance over his dick. His thumb flies to my clit, and I suddenlymusthave him inside me, no matter how ill-prepared I might be to handle him.
So, I part my lips with my free hand and slowly allow his tip inside. Even that much gives me pause and I hover while my pussy adjusts.
“You good, babe?” he whispers.
But before I can say anything, Valentin answers. “Art, I got her nice and juicy for you, buddy.”
He’s right. I lower myself, so full of Grisha’s cock I almost can’t breathe. It’s like the damn thing has impaled me all the way to my throat.
I hold myself there for a moment as someone’s hands return to my ass, and when a tongue touches my puckered hole, I start pistoning on Grisha’s dick—that’s how good both things at once feel.
While I slide on his shaft, I simultaneously push my behind into the face of whoever’s licking me.
Incredible.
“God, baby, your pussy’s tight,” Grisha groans.
Then, with a sudden movement, he lifts me clear off his cock.
“What… what the…?” I start to ask.
But he shifts me until I feel a cock pressing into my pussy from behind. A second later, I am being fucked by someone different.
Holy shit.
I realize it’s Valentin, because I spot Artem out of the corner of my eye. He’s pulled his own cock out of his pants and is slowly running his hand up and down the shaft.
Valentin drives into me and pulls back out, over and over, so hard that Grisha, who I’m still kneeling over, has to hold me in place. Only a minute more and I’ll come so hard—
The Valentin stops.
“Hey—” I start to say.
But Grisha grabs me and pulls me back down over his cock.
Weirdest fucking game I’ve ever played.
I grind on Grisha, trying to get the release I desperately need. The surface of my skin buzzes in anticipation, and just as waves of pleasure start to wash over me…
Grisha pulls me off his cock. Again.
“What? What are you guys doing to me?” I cry.
Artem moves toward me until his cock presses against my lips. “There you go, baby. With my cock in your mouth, you can’t complain.”
He pushes inside me, nearly to the back of my throat.
I groan and try to twist my head, but I’m held in place.
